We talked about anything and everything. I'd never talked to anyone as easily as I talked to Coley. Especially if you narrow it down to girls.But I wa... still stuck in Sydney's orbit. I wasn't there for Coley, I was there for Sydney. And Sydney took advantage.Things started to change junior year. It started, actually, at Christmas break. Suddenly, back home, surrounded by the same people that had barely noticed me my whole life-I made friends. I ran into people I had gone to high school with,. I fired Bertha up and we drove down to the dock.The water was pretty calm, so I figured we could go for a ride. I got her in the boat and fired up the engine to let it idle for a bit. Then I got a life jacket for her to wear and she protested about that. This girl really did not like to wear anything.Once I got her secured, I cast off the mooring lines and we idled out of the cove."This is really neat," Linda said. "Does it go any faster?" Yes, but we have to get away from the docks so we don't. “Two minutes,” he said. “Two months,” I said. He ignored me. “I like your breasts. You have beautiful breasts.” My breasts and my shoes. It was like that with him. Parts. We made love. We lay awake and talked about life. “Have you had women all over the world?” I asked. He said an Afghan woman had come into his room in the middle of the night and risked being stoned to death. I imagined him with her. I wondered if Afghan women shaved their legs. We slept for an hour and woke simultaneously and. She used her legs to direct herself towards the stricken companion. When she had reached him, she loudly ordered a stop."Can you feel and move your extremities?" she asked."Yes, a bit too acutely for comfort," he groaned, not quite able to give any more feed back"This will alleviate the pain," she said and administered a hypospray she had removed from one of his pockets, which had been unreachable for his uninjured arm. When the pained grimace faded from his face, she hoisted his uninjured arm.