A million thoughts went through my head. Will she kickme out... will she tell my friends... will she tell my parents.I pleaded with her to open the do...r. I begged her... I told her I woulddo anything and I was sorry but to no avail. She kept me locked up tillnight. During dinner time I heard the latch open.She stood before me with a peculiar expression and said, "So you likebeing a girl, do you?"I blushed crimson and looked at the floor."Sonia I am sorry..." I began and found her finger on my. Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major upset and they began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers at the defeated French, saying, See, we can still pluck yew! Since ‘pluck yew’ is rather difficult to say, the difficult consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually changed to a labiodentals fricative F’, and thus the words often used in conjunction with the one-finger-salute! It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows used with the longbow. .. I mean, Eric, I'm straight, buteven I'm getting turned on! You're what every woman wants to looklike!" Sandy gushed, finding it very hard to keep her jaw from droppingto the floor. "Did you do your makeup? And I don't remember keeping awig like that upstairs..." You don't ? it's my own hair. See?" Eric pulled gently on his locks,showing that they were firmly attached to his scalp. "After I used therazor and gel on my hair, the 'makeup' just kind of showed up. Does itlook okay?" Fantastic.. The cool was also helping ease the nerves that her stomach was feeling. So much time had passed, yet every time they met, the chemistry was electrifying. After hesitating at the front door, she finally mustered up the courage to knock. With-in seconds, the door opened and there he casually stood. She took it all in… the jeans, the unbuttoned shirt, the skin, the smell. And without further thinking, she shut the door behind her, dropped her coat to the floor, stumbled out of her boots and moved.