Some refuse to accept the Holocaust asreal or believe the Jews brought it on themselves. A human being isreadily capable of denying some fact or offer...ng another plausibleanswer. Regardless of any evidence you present your mother may stillchoose to believe you are a cruel fraud." But I could prove..." Lisa started."A blood test proves what, if she chooses to believe it is fabricatedor even false? That wouldn't work at all for Jeri." Trisha stated.Lisa paused and ran many alternative scenarios. I heard the clumping of shoes being kicked off followed by the rustling of clothes. I shivered at the metallic sound of a belt being unfastened and a zipper being lowered before the soft thump that could only be trousers falling to the floor.“I asked if you could hear it, Pam?”“Y... Yes,” I said, my throat tight. “Yes, I can.”I felt frustrated; desperate to see the body of the man who was already my tormentor and perhaps would soon be my lover. Were his legs slim? Was his tummy flat? Were his. I have a girlfriend. You know I have a girlfriend, she's a friend of yours. Hell, you hooked us up together.”“Yeah.”“Wait...” I said, “Did you hook me up with her to make sure I wasn't sleeping with anyone else in case you wanted me back.”She got defensive, “No!”I stood closer to her, “Really?”“I thought you two would make a good couple.”“How good of a friend is she to you?”Cassie thought for a moment, “She's not my best friend.”“If I kissed someone else, would you tell her?”Cassie looked at me. I wondered if I'd be able to divine which boys felt the way I did. Would I instantly recognise my counterpart?Three weeks into college I did.Frank was everything I wanted. And he wanted everything I yearned to give. My imagination had prepared wonders for him, and he, at his boys' school, was just as sex-starved as I'd been. Funnily enough, it was another four weeks before we had full sex. We'd both been so used to fingers. Now we'd found willing fingers, and those willing fingers had each.