“You’re really good,” she said, further charming me with her adorable Australian accent.I was still trying to figure out how I’d been so thoro...ghly bested by an opponent six inches shorter than me. “I know I’m good. You’re just much, much better.”Sonya scrunched up her face into a guilty smile.“I’m Michael,” I said, extending my hand. But instead of accepting the handshake, Sonya raised her blade, taunting me:“You wanna try again? Who knows, you might get lucky.”I DID get lucky. Not in the next. That she was going to miss, no matter how things turned out."I was 8 when I saw a boy naked," one woman said. She snorted once, humorously. "I was curious, but nobody would answer my questions about why boys were different 'down there'. Then I overheard my 16 year-old cousin. She and her boyfriend were doing it for the first time." Not exactly something you want an 8 year-old girl to find out," another woman said."Yeah, especially because she started off saying things like 'It's so big!', and. McKay watched her as she moved about opening the refrigerator door, reaching into cabinets, making dings and clinks as she brought cups and spoons together. The area that was visible was spotless. One wall was neatly lined with books. In the corner was an easel with a canvas of an abstract painting half finished. The room smelled faintly of honeysuckle. Then, suddenly, the aroma of buttery cinnamon toast and strong coffee filled his nostrils as she brought a tray out and set it before him on a. I had just passed my drivers test, and my parents let me loose on the road with their little Nissan Gloria, with its added extras including leather upholstery, which dad had his friend install.I cruised in the countryside, the darkness outside contrasted with the illumination of the added gadgets daddy had on his dashboard and panel, I felt power surge through me, as the vibrations and noise from the engine, and road surged through the steering column, the sense of solitude and being in charge.