" Melissa waited for awhile, but Patrick refused to say anything. "I'm comingin," she said, opening the door."No!" Patrick yelled.Melissa stared at hi.... "You really have changed into alittle girl, haven't you?" I have not!" Patrick said hotly, "I'm a boy, not a girl." That's a pretty dress you have on, Patrick," Melissalaughed, "and you have such nice long curly hair and such apretty face. You don't really expect me to believe thatyou're not a girl, do you?" Okay, so I look like a girl. But I'm. He opened it and looked out at a beautifulblond woman, about 5'6" tall. She introduced herself as Alison and herelaxed as she was the one that he had been waiting for. He let her walkpast and then locked up the front door. They sat down and talked over aglass of white wine, before he told her that he needed to finish gettingready for the evening. She smiled and he walked upstairs to get ready -he had been tempted to get dressed before she had arrived, but he hadbeen concerned that somebody else. You can look this stuff up in the library or on the web. I want a three thousand-word essay, produced on a word processor, on the principles of plate tectonics by the end of summer. I shall want to see a good understanding of the principles of continental drift accompanied where appropriate with diagrams and maps. Do a good job or you can expect to find a few lines of latitude across the globes you are sitting on! All right?”“Why do I need to know all this Pixie?”“Because you are a human being. At all." His mother replied quietly."In that case, can I go over to Leah's?" John flashed his mom his best puppy dog eyes because she didn't let him go out with anyone, let alone his girlfriend past 12:00am, in case "something" happens, and the clock read 12:36am. He always hated that while his other friends could do what ever they wanted until 3 in the morning, he was the only high school senior who still had to ask. Although he could've just lied, it was out of his nature."Fine, but don't be.