There was Samantha, Julie and some guy dancing. Now, I normally don't get too worked up about Samantha dancing with another man. It wasn't dancing wit... another man that pissed me off. She was supposed to be having dinner with Julie not out dancing. That was what pissed me off. The man put his arm around both the girls' shoulders and led them back to a table. There were several women at the table, but he sat down next to Samantha with his arm across the back of her chair. The guy said something. " Heather said pulling it out of the box."Really that is crazy." I felt a cringe in my chest. "Still you have to admit she is a good writer though." Yes... a little too good." Heather whimpered.I never asked my roommate what the meant. I did not want to know.A couple of days pasted and the vibrator went from my roommate's desk into a drawer but the poem stayed on her desk. To my surprise when she was gone I secretly read it over and over again. Something about the poem seemed so seductive,. But it's only been a couple months that I have known him and it's too early for anything like that. I do care for him very much - he has treated me better than anyone has since my father, and I would do anything in the world for him. I am his, not just because he bought me, but because he treats me with care and respect. Like I am a person not a piece of garbage that fell out of the trash can," Bella said."I can understand that. After what you have been through, trusting someone enough to call. It feels like it should happen. But, part of me says stop, another saysgo. There are times when people talk to me and ask, I want to be me, butCindy answers. I shouldn't act and dress like a girl. It is supposed tobe bad. I shouldn't be confused. I...I...I don't think I want the other partof me to answer any more. It feels better to be Cindy, but the boypart...." I was gushing tears.Elsie squeezed my hands. "Look at me." I sniffled and did as I was told."You are discovering something about.