“I want you too,” I blabbered, as our lips finally parted.With a smile, Hardy then said, “We’ll take things slow. No pressure, Robbie, as slow...as you are comfortable with.”After tousling my hair he continued, “Are you hungry?”“Yeah,” I replied.That day we went grocery shopping and had a wonderful day together. After what would become a traditional barbeque, we eventually settled in the lounge. Enwrapped in his arms, we watched television together.That night as Hardy suggested we head off to. He has braces in his mouth and an earring in one ear. His hair is dyed black and down to his chin, shaved underneath and flipped to one side, too. On his forehead is a black X. Whether it’s there to imitate Charles Manson or Rob Zombie, I’m not sure. Either way, his whole look contrasted nicely with my more feminine appearance—plastic pink barrettes in my short black hair, long black skirt, eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, pink lipstick and all. Once a stall becomes free, we make a dash. Everyone standing in front of us was either talking or looking at their phones. No one seemed to notice what we were doing. I had definitely noticed when she got on the train, though. I always did. She rode the same train home as me, and I watched for her. She liked to wear short skirts and heels, and her strut was so exaggerated it was almost comical. I expected kettle drums to start playing like in cartoons. boom-ba-boom-ba-boom. She had been standing in the aisle near me when the mob of. Supporting each other isn't the same as... well, I don't know... gossiping, I guess." Yeah, I understand," she replied. "But this was something that does concern... you. Well... us." Okay," he said, keeping his voice neutral."Dave said that he and Collette... well, they haven't been together since... since Dave started dating Sammy." Oh," said Morton, mildly surprised."And he said that he knew his sister would never... would never, you know, go out with you, or, with us, while you're dating.