" He sat down on a fallen tree.I reached back and pulled out my waterproof map and my compass. Just as I thought, the path we'd been taking was almost...thirty degrees off. I pointed to the left. "We need to head in that direction." Whatever you say, Columbus."As Jimmy talked about himself, which, by the way, is his favorite subject, I was glad he and I went our different ways back then. I matured on my own, without his influence. I had my share of girlfriends and I'm happy to say I treated every. Claire and her little group of friends sat two rows behind me and my friends. The row between us was always empty. She rarely volunteered answers and never asked questions. She always spoke in whispers with her friends. I couldn’t understand why I hadn’t noticed her before. She wasn’t a teenage glamour-girl, but there was something about her.I decided to try to get to know Claire. Being in the same class helped. Phrases like, “Have you done your homework?” or “Could you answer question two,. When I'm done, I stand there with my skirt up and ask if one of them can hand me some tissue so I can wipe. I walk out like I belonged there.I've thought of this one too, I like it almost better. I'm at the beach on the Outer Banks, I find a spot with a bunch of guys surfing. Instead of wearing a bathing suit, I wear a very short micro mini skirt and sports bra so it kind of looks like a bathing suit. I go over and start talking to the guys, I know they are all looking, wondering if I have. .I wish we knew more about him!" Russell's (or Celeste's) father said. "All them majordomos are the same." the mayor replied confidently. Celeste suddenly felt she was in a dream... then realized that she was not Russell Omer, and didn't want to be a maid in this strange place, but something physically pulled her forward, as the story unfolded! Celeste knew who she was, and what she was doing. She was Jeb Omer's boy, but she was playacting his niece, in order to be maid at Berdonne mansion.