I don't know how I managed to forget what we did and not include it in the stuff I sent you.It was the second semester of my freshman year and I was s...ill seventeen. Erica and I shared a couple of classes and had seen each other around in the dorm and at parties. We both hated the roommates that we had during the first semester so we arranged to be roommates for the spring semester. We got along fine and the reason was that since we shared a room I got to see that she was as slutty as me --. But as Beth,he/she enjoyed participating and helping the children.Some might say that Ken's change in attitude was because he was now agirl and these were the kind of things that girls like to do. Theremight have been some truth to that, but there was more. Beth enjoyedhelping kids with their homework, making crafts, leading them onactivities, etc. Helping others reminded her of how much she hadreceived, how she had been forgiven, given a second chance at life.She wanted others to experience. She turned to face me. All I could make out were her bright blue eyes twinkling merrily at me from the depths of her hood. "To your house, of course."The situation was so surreal that the suggestion of taking a complete stranger to my residence actually seemed rational. With a grunt of assent, I shifted the truck into gear and continued down the road. Surely things would start to make sense once I had my hands wrapped around a steaming hot cup of coffee.As soon as we started moving, she. Emma was soon waving her friends onto the dance floor. Matt went around the tent, pulling more girls up. He danced for a short time with each.A playlist of several of Emma's favorite songs kept her gyrating on the dance floor for a good thirty minutes. Matt ensured others joined her. When the last song ended, Matt was back in the DJ booth."Next up, Glenn Miller and 'A String of Pearls.' Foxtrot anybody?" Matt queried. Most of the girls had left the dance floor. Chloe had formal ballroom.