"Can be mended," I told her, pushing back some of the tousled hair falling across her face. She shook her head and tossed it back where it was."Kin y'...ew?" she demanded, looking about as if expecting a crowd to gather any minute."Some," I told her, "like any soldier." You don' look like no soldier. What regiment?" she demanded."Hush," I said. "I'm in t'other army, Washington's." Lord a'mighty," she said. "You ain't!"I nodded and got her started toward my basement hideaway where I lit a candle. We had mini skirts in all sorts of styles andbright colours; blouses, or tops as they are nowcalled, were made from many new and differentmaterials, some clingy; others see through which showedoff a girls figure; although most of us wore a braunderneath the tops; there were some exceptions.My name is Jennifer, Jenny for short; in 1964 I wasseventeen years old, I lived in London with my parentsand two younger brothers, I worked in the office of myfather’s very successful import/export. "Where are you?" In the lobby. I didn't know where you'd gone." Oh. I'm in ... No! I'll be there in a minute."She was."Do you have a cheque book?" Of course." There are two vacancies in Animal Technology. I can register now and finish the paperwork next week. The course begins on Monday!" She was breathless."Are you sure about this?" Yes. Yes!" You know you've other considerations." Like what?" Where are you going to live? Are you going to commute from Pennant Hills? If you are, you'll need to. "Horny." Really?" He grinned and took a bite of his garlic bread.She nodded and picked up her fork. "When I get over the worst of my cramps, which usually happens once I sleep, I'm always horny. In fact, I'm horny the rest of my period."She stabbed at her lasagna with a force that made him wince; and he reached across the table and placed his against her right cheek. "Honey, what's wrong?"Tears streamed down her cheeks. "I'm nothing but a slut." Sweet Lord Jesus. What idiot told you that?"She.