I had a splendid twelfth. Waffles for breakfast, birthday girl’s choice. It being Sunday, Mom sent cupcakes for my Sunday school class. Rev. Walters...embarrassed me to death by having the whole congregation sing “Happy Birthday” but actually I was quite pleased with the attention. He gave me a dime to spend on ice cream.The party was from 2:00 to 4:00. Angel-food cake with strawberry frosting. Tons of fun, even if the boys were awkward. We played dodgeball in the back yard and after the grownups. “Ass! Just for that, you owe me a massage!”“Oh damn. Really? Do I have to?” I’m not a good whiner, but I gave it a shot.“Yes you do. Finish that (pointing at my drink) and come with me.”I knocked back the last bit of my drink and looked over at Shelly. If she wasn’t asleep, she was just a breath away.“She’ll be fine. She’s just tired.”I followed Deborah to the personal side of the suite. Approaching the bed, she unlooped the sash on her robe and let it fall off her shoulders. She climbed up on. She really needed to quit smoking. If only her boss would allow her to devote all her time to project Phoenix instead of project Peace. Then she wouldn't be so stressed out all the time.She pulled up Jennifer's file on the computer and began typing in some notes. After all this time she seemed no closer to being broken and accepting her fate than the first day she'd been changed.'What would it take?' Sarah asked herself. Well, there was still plenty of time to find that out. She made a few more. Most of the boys, including the macho ones, seemed to have forgotten how to act around girls. I found that, as my father had suggested, I did not seem to have this problem.To paraphrase from 'There's Something About Mary', when boys hit puberty, they get baby batter on the brain. They can't think about anything but girls, and more specifically, how to have sex with them. I didn't have this problem. Anytime I got horny, I had a ready outlet. In addition, I had plenty of access to sexy naked.