"I'll keep these for later," said Billy tucking them into his pocket before sliding one hand up each of our dresses and resting them on our bare arses..."Billy!," we both shouted in unison."What? You've got lovely little arses and pert little holes." Oh!," we both shouted as a finger invaded each of our ring pieces."Reluctantly Billy withdrew his fingers and hands as we reached the school gates."See you both later," he shouted over his shoulder as he bounded across to his mates.The bastard was. We didn’t need to exchange a card that had a cookie cutter sentiment written by someone from Hallmark, we lived the real thing. Besides, as far as we were concerned, hearts, candy, and flowers have little to do with the ills, heartaches, and headaches of life. We were more realistic to know that life wasn’t as sweet as a chocolate covered cherry and even the most beautiful rose dies. At least for us, life more resembled a hit to the balls or a swift kick in the ass than a gentle caress and a. “He certainly is,” I replied with that little evil smile of my face.Dad had seen my little smile and he asked. “Is that smile for the love of the game or for a certain player?”I never told anyone just how I felt toward John. But my dad picked up on it right away. He knew that he was Kim's boyfriend but my dad always told me to never give up. But I was just that goofy little girl around John still and I probably always would be. Dad and I went to every home game, a few away games and always to. But as the years went by, these statues that were at first barely glimpsed became increasingly centre-stage. The idea of what a woman might be became steadily more important to me and the mysteriously austere and classical vision of nudity represented by these statues that made them seem so distant and unobtainable became increasingly irrelevant. Instead, a more lurid, fleshly, Technicolor vision had become more prominent. Indeed, everything about women was now something altogether different..