You're going to be no differentfrom any of the other girls that'll be there. Now come on, else you're goingto be an outcast for the rest of your life"...she chivvied me along, refusingto let me sink into the well of despair I seemed determined to,understandably I thought, make for myself.Other girls - other girls! That was twice in the last few seconds that shehad used that phrase. She was right though. At the moment I was a girl -just a girl - not even a woman any more."Come on - didn't you hear. "Yes." She said. "I thought we could spend some time together even if we can't go away." Uh," I rallied, "that'll be nice mum."My mother decided there wasn't anything worth watching on TV so we listened to music, her reading a file or something in her armchair while I read a dirty magazine hidden in a comic book cover. Of course my mind was also swearing and bewailing the fact that with my mother home I would have few chances to occupy myself in my favourite pastime. We had been sat there for. I don’t know a good, solid definition for the term, anyway. But, if thinking you look great is an indicator, you’re certainly free to draw your conclusions.’ ‘Mmmhmm,’ was all she said, with a slight nod, bemused, as she watched me climb the two steps onto her porch to collect her. It obviously entertained her, giving me no signals to see how I’d fair the awkward ambiguity of how to greet her for our date. But merely smiling and leaning, stooping slightly, to kiss her cheek didn’t seem amiss.. We all had a big laugh.Mom left just after breakfast telling us she would take care of dinner. We cleaned the kitchen then moved to the den. I set on one end of the couch, Tammy on the other and Beth lay down with her head in my lap and her feet in Tammy’s lap. We were just relaxing and I was thing about all the changes that had taken place in my live in just the past few days. I was so deep in though I jumped when Beth spoke. Do we want to just hang around here on the couch all day or.