"There's plenty of use, hon," the policewomen said."What use?" I cried."How old are you?" Nine ... Nineteen." The use is what might happen when you're...twenty. Or forty, or sixty, orhowever long your lifespan turns out to be. There could be somethingamazing right around the corner, but you have to make it to the cornerto find out." But no one will ever see me as a girl!" I did. In fact, I still do."I looked at her hard. Part of me thought she was just trying to get meto not jump. But I ached to. Uncle Dar was going to get Ellen and Nancy signed up with my gymnastics instructor and we were going to go car shopping.Uncle Dar wanted a big van so he could take us all at once without having to call Megan for rides and such.We were also going to see if Sandra and Shelly could get into the gymnastics classes too. Uncle Dar had said that if their parents couldn't afford it, he'd pay. He'd said that he could afford it easily enough since he was making a lot of money with two pensions and was. He didn't have the heart to wake her even though he felt he had to tell her about the site.Even though he tried to be very quiet, she must have heard the door open when he entered because she stretched, slightly opened her eyes, smiled at him and said, "hi honey, what time is it?" Nearly six. You've been sleeping for more than two hours." He sat down on the edge of the bed, took her hand and said, "Brooke, the sites up."She gasped, and he could have sworn she may have had a mini-climax as she. " We'll go to your place. I'll drive," he said, squeezing her erecting nipple."What about your place, Carver? Do you have a chick stashed there? Oh, I don't care, anyway." She clamped her thighs on his fingering hand."Don't have a place... or a chick," he replied. "Been crash-padding here with Mike. Get yourself in gear, chick, I'll pick up some shit and we'll split."Abruptly his hands were withdrawn from her. She was, for the moment, disappointed. But later? When was later? Why not now? Oh,.