She begins to wash me as well. We grind against each other as the water rinses our bodies. Her skin is so smooth, that I just want to touch her all ov...r. I wince as some soap falls across my cane marks. I have never loved someone so much as I have loved You, and am beginning to feel the same about #8. She is beautiful, something out of my deepest fantasies, and now I have her. I am trying to not be jealous of you, because of my desire to have #8 all to myself. I step out of the shower and wrap. After meeting several of her girlfriends I decided I'd be better off with pot luck through Brother Lawrence. How bad could it be, I told myself, after some of my dates in New York?But trying it was. Being driven to and from the dance by my mother helped little. I was already eligible for a driver's permit, but no one would allow me to drive a car without insurance. The girl had been in plays at Saint Agnes Academy for Girls -- apparently, this was her sole qualification for being picked by. Her eyes looked strange, too. Some people apparently liked how she looked and some didn't, but they all took notice."Good morning. My name is Dee Muntz," she began. "I'm sure most of you have seen me around school. As to the rest, well, you're seeing me now."At the same time, I'm sure most of you don't remember me from my first two and a half years here. I was just a very plain girl, and because of that, no one ever noticed me. I tried making minor changes to my injection, but I was still. Better print a copy and delete this one, he thought. I wonder where elsethis message sits that I can't get to? He waited for the sheet of paper toemerge from the printer next to his keyboard, then with several clicks of themouse he deleted the message from his inbox and also from the building department'smain server. Swiveling around in his chair, he placed the printout on his desk and slowlyread it again: From: Jennifer Patrick [[email protected]] Sent: Monday, August 2, 200411:56 p.m. To:.