"Look on the bright side: It's only three months until graduation and then we'll be out of this backwards shithole of a town."Ann started skipping joy...ully at the thought. "I can't believe we both got into UCLA! No more teachers trying to teach us intelligent design! No more close-minded hicks telling us that we're going to burn in hell! Clubs! I don't know if I can wait three more months, well six including summer break. No offense, but I'm kinda sick of yours being the only other pasty face. "I don't think much about my childhood. It was... difficult." I said. "What you said made me remember things I haven't thought about in a long time." Oh!" said Kathy, her tentative smile back. "So you don't think we're perverts?" Like I said, it's not my role to judge things like that," I said, marshaling my thoughts as the psychologist in me struggled to take charge of my brain again. "I've seen a lot of strange relationships." I was immediately sorry I'd used the word 'strange', and changed. And he was naked. Looking around he found his clothes, including hissocks and shoes, in a pile behind him, as if they had been blown off butnot violently. They looked as if they had drifted to the ground lazily,enjoying their journey.Taking a few steps to gather up his clothes he felt very strange,usually there was something between his legs that made his stance widebut now there was nothing there and it made it difficult to walk. Hisbalance was slightly off and those first few steps were goofy. I made a major decisionand took them up on the offer.In the cab we exchanged names. The skinny blonde in the blue dress wasnamed Eileen. She was deliberately not wearing green because she actuallywas Irish and didn't like people usurping her heritage, but then realizedthat sounded like she was insulting me and apologized. She thought Ilooked really authentic. I thanked her. Her heavyish brunette friend wasnamed Angela. She was wearing a lying T-shirt that said "F**k me, I'mIrish" and a.