After the last few months of getting no attention at home I was so happy that Joe was there.The night flew by as talked and had dinner. After dinner h... asked me to dance, we danced for quite a while and then a slow song came on and he held me close, well it was electric. I don't know what it was but I guess it was all the attention he gave me, feeling his body rub against my thin dress or the wine but all I know is that it felt great and I didn't want the night to end.We danced a few more slow. He ended with a disgusted look at me. My parents were shocked to listen to all that. Dad moved towards me and slapped me.He hit me again and again until Mom stopped him but she was equally disgusted. The nurse who was with Di scolded us and reminded us that it is a hospital and we should behave ourselves. Everyone calmed down and sat down on the bench.Mom and dad on one and Jiju on the other. They were ashamed to look at me. I stood around the corner and continued to wait there. A few hours. Not that she really needed one as at that age they seem to be able to defy gravity but so many young girls insist on a bra as soon as they hit puberty even though there is absolutely no need, she seemed free of such silliness and seemed more at ease with herself.Anyway, over the last few weeks of the summer I gradually became aware of her. She wasn’t always there when I popped across the road to the shop but she was there often enough for me to notice her. I found myself looking for trends to. I ended up walking the campus-and somehow ended up at the aquatic center.There were stands-swimming was an important sport at Stanford, our team was always nationally ranked, and the meets actually got respectable crowds. So, I parked myself a few rows up and watched. There were a number of people swimming, but I picked her out immediately.I'd known she was a swimmer, and I knew what swimming entailed. And I'd seen her body-well, under a tee shirt and shorts, but I had an idea about her.