I am cold, the morning sun has not yet warmed up the air and the stones.At this time of the morning, the street I am walking is usually a very busy pl...ce — men, women, children, doing business, strolling, playing, talking, watching, laughing — a bustle of life, to be seen, and heard, and shared...Today, though, the street is empty, the windows and their shutters are closed, I am the only living being here, and I am walking towards my death. Silently, as my bare feet make no sounds upon the. “Now promise you won’t tell anyone,” Rita said in a conspiratorial tone, “but she says she’s going to invite him over to her house and then play strip poker with him”.Rina and I both laughed loudly. “Big talk!” I said, “And you believed her?” “No way!” exclaimed Rina, “She wouldn’t have the nerve to even ask him over much less play strip poker!” More laughter! Suddenly Rita turned to me and slyly asked, “Have you ever played?” “Rita!” Rina was clearly surprised by this bold question.”No, no,. It was pretty much just as lame as the pub, I quickly downed my drink and left to visit this new Havana bar. Now this was more like it, music was good, atmosphere was good, booze was cheap and there were a lot of horny young men. However I wouldn’t be on the prowl just yet, I was going to wait until Friday before I chose the man to finally douse my needs. Each night of the week, I kept returning and eyeing up the guys who I thought might be single and available. I started to pick up on faces. I was being treated as someone special. Iwas having fun. I know some of the Fafa at my school were not happy aboutit, but once they were Fafa, they never changed back. I did not want tofind out why. I suspect the threat of some horrible punishment awaited.After I made poor job of the ironing nan said, "Don't worry you will getbetter, ask any women, there is enough ironing to last until the end oftime. You will learn how to wash, separate colours and handwash. There isa lot more to being a girl.