Hopefully Leon will accept me, as a girl andbetter yet as his girl. Of course, I am worried about the reactions ofthe other kids at the Prom especial...y if they recognize me. I know thatis something I will have to face, and I pray that most of them willaccept me. I can take the teasing and tormenting from the macho guyswho won't understand since they are happy with being male, I am not andnever have been.Finally the school day is through and I walk with Beth to her house.She ushers me. I was almost in your shoes when I was your age. But I got lucky and my guy got cold feet before he asked me to marry him. Then I got a college scholarship. After that, there was no way I was going to get married, just to stay home and knock out a bunch of kids while my husband drank himself silly every Friday night at the local bar. You were always my favorite, so much like me at the same age. I knew you couldn’t be happy just sitting around the house all day. Carla told me about your volunteer. Housing arrangements. Our arrangement would be a bit unusual, too. Are you interested?" Yes!" the girl replied quickly, but then added with a note of skepticism, "At least I guess so. What arrangement do you have in mind?" It came to mind when I made my usual crack about Tom being a teenybopper. You see, I'm a little strange. I love to carry the marks of the person I love on my body. I would have branded the initials, T C, all over me except Tom persuaded me that first, I'm scarred enough, and. You’re supposed to be preparing for Opens. You’re leaning into your backhand to your left before he ever serves. You know you can switch back to the right to catch anything he serves. But a power-serve low at the stretch of your forehand would leave you watching the ball go by. You’ve got to square yourself up while you’re waiting for the serve. We talked about that once before.”“Wow,” John said.“No kidding, wow,” Lissa responded. “It was a strange day when we had that practice, but I see what.