We went out to dinner at least twice a week and the movies every weekend. I had no problem with this. What I was not ready for was Sandra's renewed se... drive.One night we came home from the movies and settled in front of the TV. Sandra started playing with my hair and giving me kisses. It felt real good. We held hands and each other, making out like we have not done in years. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom playfully. We started to undress each other with a zeal not encountered. I now smelled like a girl. And myhair. I loved my hair. Mom brushed it, carefully holding the hairtight where the knots were not to pull them out, and I soon learned howto fix my own hair. I know I spent too much time at the mirror, but momwas patient and let me be.The next two weeks was rehearsals on Tuesday and Wednesday. Never onThursday as that was the day that the regular cast rehearsed. They knewabout the new act, but have yet to meet me, and that was Mr. Dom'swishes.It is now two. ‘You just focus on getting that thesis turned in by Friday, mister. Leave the other stuff up to me.’ ‘By the way, I’m meeting with Marta on Tuesday. She’ll go over the plagiarism review with me.’ ‘Like I said, Tom, she isn’t going to find anything. I recognize your writing. Grad student plagiarism often sticks out like a sore thumb. You were linguistically and structurally consistent all the way through. The flow of your content was also consistent. I’m going to call it a night now. Between. Jameson again looked around at us, particularly at the blushing Civia, his eyes wide.“Is that right? I’ve not heard of anything like that before.”Heather briefly explained about feeder schools and high school sports and that there was a good chance that the school board would allow her to play on the team next year.“Thank you, Heather ... and Civia. Perhaps I’ll try to make a game or two next year.”When the final bell rang and while the class’s students began the process of leaving, Mr. Jameson.