With a few personal old wives tales added.)A Pacific hurricane is a tropical cyclone that develops within the eastern and central Pacific Ocean to the...east of 180°W, north of the equator. For tropical cyclone warning purposes, the northern Pacific is divided into three regions: the eastern (North America to 140°W), central (140°E to 180°), and western (180° to 100°E), while the southern Pacific is divided into 2 sections, the Australian region (90E to 160°E), the southern Pacific basin between. The combination of the two only increases my discomfort.Lilly picked up on this right off the bat and went out of her way to take the social obligations out of my hands. She dealt with the waiters and stewards, ordered for us, chose the wine, even directed our conversation to areas where she knew I felt at ease.After I'd finished with my lobster bisque, and while Lilly was picking thru her caesar salad, I picked up my wine glass and lifted it towards the lovely woman sitting opposite me."A. I wonderedwhy I wasn't freaking out about being a girl; just before I'd passedout, I was thinking of it as one of the worst things that could happen,almost as bad as getting a total personality change.Maybe I *had* had a personality change. How could I tell? That could bewhy I wasn't so freaked out about being a girl. Not that it feltnormal,exactly, it just wasn't as worrying as the idea of losing a big chunkof my memory.Oh God, what if it happened again? Jared and I had watched an old. And he was black!“That was great,”he said as he kissed my forehead and went back down stairs. I couldn't answer. I rolled over onto my side and went into a fetal ball. All the terrible possibilities rolled through my mind in living color, my parents calling me a slut and disowning me, my family and friends back home calling me an adultress, a cheater, an immoral slut, and refusing to speak to me again. My highschool and college friends calling me airhead bimbo, a dumb slut, a mudshark! I was.