One thing I liked was girls, especially Debra Simmons. I saw dancing as a requirement to meeting Debra and I saw Alice's instruction as the bridge tha... would take me there. Along the way, I discovered that the bridge was where I really wanted to be. Crossing it didn't seem as important anymore. It hit me the Saturday before our game with Dearborn Military Academy when my goal to meet Debra Simmons was within reach.By then the lessons had become less instructional and more fun. After only four. No problem at all.”“Great. This is Alice. You spoke to her last week. And this is Peter Morton, he’s the Facilities Manager.” She stopped and looked me over. “You look great. Not what I was expecting. I figured you’d be at one or the other extreme. Either just short of a three-piece suit or jeans and a tee shirt.”I was going to go back and tip that girl at Big 5 again. “What? No, of course not. I’ve had this in my closet for ages.”“Well, it’s working. You ready to go?”As she led me through the. " I'm Jamie, sir." Well, Lexi and Jamie, I think we should begin."He had a key in his hand and he led us out of the room into a hallwaywith a large staircase leading up to another wing of the house. Hestrode quickly up the stairs as Lexi and I had to scamper to keep upwith him. Lexi grabbed my hand again, and I was so glad he was here withme. The stairs opened into a corridor with rooms off to either side andthe man walked in front us until he found the room he was looking for."You will be. 'Look down! Look in a mirror!' John thought angrily. He wanted to know just what sort of a body he was stuck with."Hello, Polly," a voice said.The head turned. John saw a tall, bearded man dressed in what looked like an old-style sailor's uniform, blue pants with a mass of buttons instead of a zipper, a red and white striped short-sleeved shirt, and a sort of flat-topped hat with a ribbon hanging down the side.John realized what the sailor had called him. 'Polly'. No, it... he couldn't be.He.