.. buying me some cute new clothes, getting my hair done by her stylist and doing everything she could to help me get ready for my first real date. As...I climbed the steps to our front door, I reflected on how great it was to have a mother as cool as mine, who I adored more than anything. Ever since my dad had walked out on us, Mom and I had been incredibly close ... a lot more like best friends, really. I knew that there was nothing I couldn't talk to her about.I unlocked the front door and. Maybe HER breasts would be too small to interest him."Sixty thousand! Thank you very much Sheik!" Sampson was saying. Kimmie flushed. Joe Bob was quiet and he should be bidding! please Joe Bob, SHE begged. SHE would be a good girl, a very good girl! Just please bid!But Joe Bob wasn't looking at Kimberlee any more. His eyes were on the shy brown haired bitch, Mandy. Now those were a ripe pair of titties! Sampson had said she'd make a great secretary too. Joe Bob smiled. Mandy, the Boy. We darted across the road and into the shadows where we made our way a few tens of meters to the next public access. This one was fully maintained and used but deserted at this time of night. My house looked out onto the lower half of the hundered or so steps. We sneaked up the footpath and into Helens garden path. The gate opened silently and we crept across the lawn until the washing line came into view in the dim glow of the streetlights over the fence. There were things on it but it wasn't. Me, I’m out of place. Pretty much everywhere. And not many see this, simply because nobody really wants to think someone doesn’t have a place to fit into. Be polite, do not show how tired useless talk makes you, and you’ll find a response close to acceptance. It was, if you must know, at a funeral that this feeling crept up on me. Of my girlfriends stepmother’s cousin. I don’t think even she cared, how could I be expected to? She was expected to be here, and I, not being rude to them, was for.