Yes, it’s official. Demy’s my boyfriend and I made that abundantly clear to all of my classmates.I think that some of them were so snobby that the... looked down on him for whatever stupid excuse they had. Others were so shallow that they believed whatever crap came from Amanda Howe. Some, however, were so jealous that they couldn’t bear to see him happy with someone else just because they didn’t get him.I definitely know that there is bad blood with Amanda, because on my first day of this school. As I took off my shorts I noticed that I had gotten a bit aroused at the thought of the girl working in the laundry room. I gave himself a quick rub, reached for the tracks, when there was a knock and the door opened and the girl came in How clumsy of me, I hadn’t shut completely behind me and there I was standing in full view wearing only a t-shirt, my track pants still on the bed behind me, and my erection pointing straight in her direction.Oh Shit!” I reached back and grabbed the tracks,. My ass-kissing brother fit right in. He was instantly in the “popular” crowd and was out with his new friends. My mother, Anna, came home from work at about seven. “What's wrong Chuck?” With a fountain of tears cascading down my face I screamed “Why did you let me go to school dressed like that?! You're from the city! You know how people dress here. Everyone made fun of me! I wish I were fucking dead!” Her eyes began to tear with sympathy. “You never seemed to care about.... I didn't think it. Theyboth turned to me. I handed Pat her teacup."Myee nem eez Maria," I said haltingly. "I ham ferry pleeze to meechoo."I did another of my not-quite-a-curtsey curtseys and scuttled back tothe kitchen where I tried to sound busy while Sally and Pat laughed atmy accent.Pat got a small notebook out of her handbag and started readingthrough a list of potential clients."You can have this," she said. "I originally started the business...oh, nearly thirty years ago now, after my husband died.