"Alexa, will you pick up some of the pieces of paper laying on the floor?" she asked sweetly, turning back to her papers before I had time to refuse. ... groaned and got up, starting to bend over to pick up paper on the floor. There was more than I ever noticed. After getting sick of having to bend over every time, I started to crawl around on my hands and knees. I stood up to go throw it away to see that Ms. Robinson was watching me with a smirk on her face. "C'mere." She motioned for me to go. I could be, Mark, one minuteand become, Amanda the next. When I was, Amanda, I abhorred violent playwith my friends. I loved discussing the most feminine pursuits likeclothing and makeup. If one were to hear my conversations with Cindy,one would think I was gay or a girl, just not one that liked boys. Inever really noticed girls and pretty much ignored my guy friends whenthey would say something crude about them. Sometimes I would change intomy Amanda personality when they said something. “I know punks ain’t da smartest, but got damn,” the five-foot-ten, muscular, light-skinned assailant added. “Bend ovah,” Jay called out. Shane turned around. He thought about how long the traffic light was taking to change to green. The pretty boi poked out his bottom. “Look at dis bitch, y’all,” Jay laughed as he spanked Shane. “Dis faggit got uh ass like a woman!” The others chuckled in shared amusement. “When da last time you got fucked,” Jay inquired. “Just a few minutes ago,” admitted a. " She teased. "I'll still have my socks on."What she flopped didn't help me. The 8-9 of hearts and a two. I checked, but she raised 1. I called and a king came up. It was a spade, so I was less worried about her flushing, but there were now three cards she could have paired against to beat me. I still thought the odds were in my favor even though I checked. She raised one and this time it was my turn to tease her about being bare foot if she lost. The last card that came up was a jack, and I.