But there's still one more thing to do. Hold still." Ms. Rohrbaugh took a comb to the top of my head, and combed down the hair in front over my face... It was all in my eyes, when I heard her say again "hold still." With a scissors, she carefully trimmed my hair across themiddle of my forehead - bangs! - she was giving me bangs! Oh the injustice! She finished clipping and put down the scissors. Then she wrapped thelace of lateness around under my hair in the back, and brought it up to thetop. Now I'm wondering whether I'm the same as Rose: destined to be always searching for new partners. Perhaps, I'm thinking, this explains why I've already had three boyfriends since April and am now searching for another. It was naughty Rose who suggested that perhaps I like Carlo because I don't see him all that often, and that I'm secretly turned on by the fact that he takes other girls to his bed. And that I get, "...really fucking horny", as she put it, thinking about him having sex with other. My desk mate Johnwas next to him laughing and mooing as well. Other friends were pointingat my humongous ass, while oinking. I started crying, as the big gamestarted.-We started out well. For the first 10 minutes we were ahead by 16points. Then the Dartmore's coach discovered our weakness. My team wasmissing the aggressive defense I usually provided. When I played,I didn'tcare who I fouled, or if I (accidentally) hurt my opponents. Now myteam's killer edge was gone. By halftime we were only. I peeled the banana's skin back, pretending it was George's foreskin, and began eating his cock in the dark. A smile of contentment went unseen by anyone but me."Tramp!" I muttered to myself.George:"Yes, OK. Sure, I understand, just... well never mind, I'll work it out somehow. I think there's a four O'clock flight, I can be there by about 9PM." I replaced the receiver, the disappointment showing on my face."What's the matter, George?" Ellen, the secretary, noticed my expression."Oh, nothing.