" Pam asked me to step around the corner with her where another clerk would be able to help me. She introduced me to the other clerk and said that Kas...y would be able to help me. He thanked her and watched her walk away. Just before she got back to her teller area, she turned around and caught Brian looking at her again. He quickly turned to Kasey and told her that he should check out his box now. Brian went in with her and got his box down and fumbled through it and told her he got what he. "Load me."Charlie helped me load the first four large paper bags onto my bike. "That looks steady enough," he told me, checking the bike for sway and balance. Then he climbed on his fully loaded machine and steadied himself with one foot on the ground. Pointing at the onebag order still sitting in the corner, he told me, "Gimme me that order."I gaped at him. "You gonna carry that with five bags already on your bike?" Hell, give it to me. C'mon."I handed him the bag, which was no lightweight,. And we barely got any sleep!”We both laughed at the repeated conversation sequence from the previous time.“There was a lot less talking this time,” I chuckled.“Sorry, but you looked like you needed it. Sex, I mean; not talking.”“Thanks for not getting upset when I laughed!”“When I asked you to go behind the net and stuff it in the back door? For the second time?”“Yes,” I said. “You really surprised me.”“You know how you try something once and you aren’t sure if you like it or not so you try it. This diary is a gift from my mother, given to me on my birthday, June 14th (Flag day), five days ago. Yeah, I share a birthday with Donald. What’s different, beside me being a young woman now, is that instead of being thirty-five this year, I am fourteen years old.Additionally, instead of clearly being white, my skin tone is light brown, maybe olive(?), and my hair is black. My eyes are the one thing I recognize without having to imagine myself as a white male. They are still hazel green with.