A few times, first mom, then dadtried to start a conversation about the entire boy-girl thing, but therewas nothing to talk about. I never tried to po...ition myself as a girl.On the contrary, I always emphasized the point I was a boy.I was waiting for puberty to come and it started eventually. My voicebroke. First I thought it was kind of a cold. But it wasn't and Doc saidit was puberty. All other changes had to start. My voice recovered and Iwasn't kid soprano anymore. It was determined as a. Pembroke nodded."You have heard about what happened to my daughter?" Sorry to hear about it," Pembroke replied softly. "I would have donehim off the clock." I thank you for that." She leaned forward. "Would you kidnap him so Ican use him as a medical guinea pig instead?"Pembroke looked at her for a long time. "Will he die at the end?" Oh no," she said lightly. "I envision him living a long... interesting,life." As in the curse?" Pembroke asked. She nodded. Then he gave a smile thathad no humor. He was inexperienced, and after 10 minutes of sucking, he said that his jaw is aching. I saw him with anger and slapped him hard.Me: Rand hai tu mera. Main jaisa bolungi waise karneka. Jyada shanpatti nahi karneki. (You are my gigolo. You will do whatever I say. Don’t try to be over-smart)I got some cigarettes from the drawer and started to smoke. Then I again sat on his chest and started to blow smoke on his face. Then I took a sip and exhaled all the smoke inside his mouth. He started. You look around you. There is evidence of a plane crash and bodies littered all over the beach. The Sun's rays blind your eyes and you shield them from the light."Where am I?" You wonder.Suddenly, it all comes back to you, in a barrage of sad, depressing and chaotic flashbacks. You boarded PacificAir flight 246 at San Francisco International Airport, and you were going on a tour of Australia with your close friends, Taylor, Anne, Veronica, your crush Miranda, your sister Andrea, Thomas, Walt,.