The second time only two other people were there, a middle-aged black woman and a young man reading a magazine, whom she caught glancing at the back o... her tight jeans as she bent over to take laundry from the washer. This made her a bit nervous -- she was only nineteen and not that long away from home -- but then she decided that the show was free and it was all right as long as he only looked. The second time she went he was not there. The third time he was, and he seemed a bit more. "Doing what?" Is this some joke to you? One of your friends put you up to this?" No, why would you say that?" "Because you're an asshole. What, are they waiting outside? Waiting for you to tell them how easy this was? Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I'm gonna give it to you." Carter, stop. No one is waiting. No one is gonna know about this." Kissing her again, only for her to pull away, tears in her eyes."Carter, please. I'm sorry. I know I was an ass in school. I know I-" An ass?. "How you feeling?" I asked."I'm okay I guess. You knew I was going to have the GI shits, didn't you?" he asked."I knew it was possibly. That sandwich had thing on it you probably never eat. So it was possible. That little bit of information comes from a year of being a deputy sheriff. Pretty hard to deal with diarrhea, when you are in a patrol car miles from a public bathroom." Point taken, nothing but burgers and fries on a work day," he said with a weak smile. "So you think Joan Pacer is a. "Morning John, lovely day again," I remarked."Yes, it promises to be a scorcher," he commented.I was aware that he was still looking at me in a strange way as if totry and work out what was different about me. Although I felt moreconfident in my male persona with the new, larger office clothes, I wasfairly sure that he had noticed me coming back from the pub, two daysbefore with makeup on, despite Jules and Kathleen trying to distracthim as I walked in."John," I said turning to look at the grey.