Your clothes are in thewash, but want be done for a while. What teachers do you have these lasttwo periods, sweetie?"I told her Mr. Johnson for Shop a...d then a lady whose name I forgot forEnglish. She told me she would have another coach take her last period class, andthat she would tell my teachers I'd been helping her with a classproject. My clothes would be done about the same time as theannouncements started at the end of the day. At least now she was talking to me like I was big again, and. Helen said five words. Who the hell are you?"I was confused. "I'm just a waitress." I had served him lunch. He and the photographer, Justin, were discussing pictures. Mr. Richards asked me if I wanted to see one. Then he handed me the card and told me to call Helen in the morning. As I thought back to the picture, the redness started to cover my face again.Ms. Jones was staring at me, but also nodding. I wished I knew what was now making sense, since nothing seemed to make any sense at all.. ”“If we’re just screwing for the fun of it and for ‘stress relief’, and it doesn’t mean anything, why are you worried? And if you ARE worried, then WHY are you worried?”“Shit,” Sandy sighed. “This is exactly what you were struggling with when you raised that question before.”“Welcome to my world,” I grinned, taking her hand in mine. “Sandy, if you want to date him, date him. If you don’t, don’t. But if I’m the reason for not dating him, then you need to decide exactly what it is you think we’re. I wondered how they were dealing with that.I had gotten letters, too, announcing that they were coming each time. I never answered any of them. None of the letters had mentioned my lack of manhood or my HIV situation. I guess the man had not discovered that particular shortcoming, my shortcoming. I still had to figure that he eventually would, but who knew for sure.And one other thing: my refusing to accept his money orders was mentioned in the letters I’d gotten. All of them, the money orders,.