I had thefeeling if they knew how embarrassing this was for me, they were sure toexploit it and my grandma would have probably given me a lecture abou...how you shouldn't be ashamed of yourself.She handed us our towels which we used to dry ourselves off. We foundthat the changing rooms were locked at this hour so we drove back wearingour bathing suits sitting on the towels.Perhaps everyone was tired but there were barely any words spoken on theway back unlike the drive there. My sisters and I. She turns half away from me and says,"They're going to cut my breast off and I'm going to die and my husband won't even make love to me!"She is looking slightly downward and I don't for all the world know what to say. No one ever prepares you for that, do they? She isn't crying but it's terrible. Because I never know what to say, I've learned not to be stupid and to say nothing. I don't croak "you're not gonna die," because she'd think it was dumb and it was only part of her point. The one. I was homesick and anxious for weeks, just trying to fit into the crush of student life. Although it was never too far from my mind, the last thing I tried to pursue was my sexual interest in men. It took about a month to really settle in, classes became a routine, and I learned that the best time on campus was Saturday nights at the Student Union Pub. Every week it was hosted by the university’s active Gay-Lesbian-and-Bi Student Collective. Always the best entertainment, best crowds and cheap. . first born female. I don’t want it.”“Aw, c’mon ... it’s only an hour,” Cyn said.Remembering every time she used the excuse of being one day older to put me in my place, “Not even the same day. Not even.”“Surprise Me Flintkote!” Cyn and her crocodile tears. Too many times.Then she sneezed. sneetCyn is the only Flintkote alive that has had her appendix out. In the recovery process she discovered just how painful a fullbore sneeze can be. The first time sneeze out of the operating room pulled.