”“Good. I know they are going to be taught some radio by Shirley as well as handling guns.”“I think Cindy would like to attend those lessons w...en she starts them.”“Okay, I will tell her and we will probably publicize it for anyone else interested.” I admired what they were doing some more and left shortly thereafter returning to the house in time for lunch.Shirley was excited. She made two contacts, one in England and the other in France. They were both quite lonely and looking for anyone to. "Oh wow," the bike salesman said. He grinned at me and muttered, "Lucky kid." Mom frowned and we pushed my new bike outside the store."Can I ride it home?" I wheedled her. "Please Mom?"She laughed at my antics and told me, "Jeffrey, if you try to grandstand or do anything dangerous with it, that bike will be a nice tax donation after I give it to DI. "DI is short for Deseret Industries, the Mormon charity thrift store where foreigners go to get free shit, among other things.I knew she was. She sat up and got ready to play, leaning into the mic and whispering, "this song is for someone very special to me. You know who you are, and I hope you get it. It's about a girl in love." She began to play one of the most beautiful song I've ever heard her play before. By the time she finished playing a single tear fell down her cheek and everyone in the club cheered. I sat back and it seemed to hit me. She was ignoring me FOR me. She didn't want anything to be a rebound, so she cut herself. She placed it on the left side and held it tightly in place for a few seconds. When she let go of it I was amazed as I felt the weight of it on my chest for the first time. Always before I had only felt the weight of my forms hanging from my bra straps and this was entirely different and much heavier as well. She quickly retrieved the other one and pressed it firmly on the right side. When she let it go I felt like I would tip over from the weight. I found myself arching my back to counteract.