.." Sabrina kind of looked at me sideways. "You're paleenough to wear it." "What?" "Redheads, doof! Real readheads don't tan, not when they...re thatred. They freckle. And burn. And have really pale skin." Oh. The things you learn at slumber parties...***20:19 28 Feb "Oh, yes!" I enthused. "You shoulda worn that instead of me!" Someone had forced the one I'd worn originally, on Debbie, and itlooked good. Darn good. Except she was blushing so hard. Kim pointed. Do you want to see it?”After a long pause, he softly instructed me to close the door and summoned me over to him. Completely taken aback by his response, I felt a hot stirring in my insides at the anticipation of what was to come.He remained seated and I stood before him, my bottom resting against the edge of his writing table. My eyes were glued fast to his handsome face when he reached out, grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer to him. Operating on auto-pilot now, my hand moved up to. ”“Oh, okay. Makes sense. Better than having them loose in your purse I guess.”I could not help thinking that between Katie and Monsieur Henri, a girl could get her oil changed regularly.“Would Katie the Poet like to go out on the town and eat snails and frog legs?” I called out.Without a moment’s hesitation or trace of shame, she replied. “I would rather stay here with a bottle of wine and nibble what’s between your legs.”With that short utterance, Katie effectively negated any ideas I had for. Life is good. My parents love me more than anything. Theyspend all their spare moments with me, so I can't complain. Well if Icould complain, it would be about two things. The first is that I wetthe bed. I had to wear these stupid diapers at night.In the building where we lived, there were no children. Just this othergirl called Shelly.Shelly was also 11. She had a quick temper. Mum always said that shethought that Shelly was spoiled child that got whatever she wanted. Ididn't think so. When.