Sharon held the box in front of Tim and opened the top. Inside I could just see rows of tags with loops that could be used to attach them. Tim started...looking at a few of them, stopped, and looked up at Sharon’s face inquiringly. She nodded and Tim smiled and was thinking. I could see it. He was working through a decision. Finally, he took two out and looked at the two of us. He handed one to each of us. I looked at mine, it had but one word, “Slut”. No comment from him, no question for us to. I'm confused by that. Is having such dreams normal?"Now the guys looked uncomfortable. And I'm including myself in the "guy" category, in case you're not following the story closely enough to have picked up on that nuance of my character.Vanessa said, "Yeah, I think it probably is normal. I can't say I've discussed it much, but I have experienced it, and I can work out the psychology of it quite easily. I think having those thoughts from time-to-time is natural. Not too often - that could be a. This was the biggest project you've ever had to handle, taking up the better part of a year just to get the ball rolling. But now, it's finally done, and you've been paid out in full. When you got that cheque, you triple checked it because you had never seen that many zeroes behind a five before. You were sweating bullets when you opened your bank's website to look at your balance, completely terrified that the cheque bounced. But there it is.Later that day, when you went out to buy actual food. Not only was Pete our star athlete, he was also good looking and built like someone a couple years older than us. And really, if I was seen walking and talking with the school’s hero, then maybe the other boys would stop picking on me so much. It was worth a shot anyhow. “Ok, I’ll give you last period.” I finally answered. “I’ll ask Mr Brooks if we can use the computer lab as a study area since no one is there last period.” “Right on! Thanks Sammy.” Peter jogged away from me then, and it was.