He continued, “I like your dolls I have many of my own” His name was Shawn (he lived a few streets over) I have seen him many times in the neighb...rhood and in school. He was a couple years behind me. He was always by himself and very meek and mild with a cute round fem face and slender body. He was wearing blue jeans, sneakers and a “t’ shirt. “You have dolls” I asked, he looking down said “yes but my dad does not like me to have them so I hide them and play with them when he is not home but. Shiroo, there is no turning back now. I will make you mine”It was 6.00. He had already ordered dinner and was waiting. He ordered two separate vegetarian and meat meals. When the waiter asked,“sir, you on a date?”“uh…not really”“have a great day, sir”“wish you the same, bro”The waiter looked happy and satisfied. He later paid him some tip as well.“wow! This gentleman looks unnaturally kind” surely he had thought.By 6.30, dinner arrived. He was thinking where she was. Still not arrived.“shiroo,. “You mean I don’t have to sit perfectly still the whole time?” she asked me. “Of course not, just when I’m sketching out a certain feature, and that’s the shortest part of the process.”She agreed that it wouldn’t be much different than what we were already doing and that she would do it, if I really needed her to help me out. I told her that I really did. What I meant was that I really wanted to, but she didn’t seem ready to believe it. In the weeks that followed, we came to know each other. All characters are over 18, and any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ***** The next afternoon found me driving in Miss Frobisher’s little red sportscar on the way to my first rehearsal at Grimsley. The sky was a middling battleship gray when she picked me up, and as we drove it started looking more and more ominous, rain-wise. We went up, down and practically sideways along the little two-lane country roads. She maintained a fairly steady 50 miles per hour.