My smile faded when I saw her t-shirt: black with a silver clock on the front. "Where did you get that shirt?" At a garage sale a few weeks ago. Why d... you ask?" No reason. It's nice." I didn't mention how it accentuated her breasts, round and high on her chest. When she walked away, her hips twitched from side to side, her butt round over a thin waist. Why was I obsessing over Janie's body?She came back with three glasses of water. "So how are things?" I asked.Her smile drooped. "Okay, I. "Awright, now, where the fuck have you been?" We staked out Tabitha's place, lookin' fer her boy, like you told us to," Flood replied. "What the fuck day is this?" Wednesday." Awright, so it was last night, then. So the kid, Nate, shows up wit' some white bitch, an' we corner him in the apartment -- but THEN musta been half-dozen motherfuckers unloaded on us... I woke up some fuckin' where, tied to a goddamn chair. They alternated bustin' me in the chops and pokin' me with a fuckin'. " I'm going to remove the steps so don't move much. You'll fall about tenfeet down," Okay, Sir Greg," I said and I heard it over the stereo. Everyonecheered.I dance in one spot for about an hour. Then I heard Greg over the P.A."Stephanie, can you hear me?" Yes," I said, trying to keep a female voice so no one could recognizeme."Yes, what?" Yes, Sir Greg."A roar of laughter filled the air."Stephanie, just to keep us entertained with more than your fabulousdancing, we want you to take off an. I feel like such a fool. I wanted it too much. Oh god... I just wanted to look sexy for you.”“No Jeanie. You didn’t screw up. This is the moment when you began to grow up.” ~ ~ ~ ONE WEEK LATER:What a difference a week can make.It was a warm spring afternoon in the city and I could feel a pleasant breeze coming off the East River. I had left home and walked those few blocks over to the same café where I had sat with Jeanie a week earlier. I was comfortably clothed for springtime in a.