I could tell he was noticing my blue, long sleeved satinblouse that gleamed in the room light. He could hear the click of myblack patent leather high ...eeled pumps as I minced back and forth infront of him. He could smell the perfume I was wearing, then noticed myshiny hosed legs and my tight, satin lined black wool skirt I had on. Imust have seemed like one of those attractive, forceful "older" women inthe magazines he liked because as he looked me over he became even morenervous!"So, you're a. "Well," Sharon said, "I just didn't want any of us to get in trouble."Tina and I both nodded in agreement before we all fell silent."That actually reminds me of one time I did get in trouble," Sharon said, "not over sex or boys, but over borrowing the car." Sharon proceeded to spin a story about borrowing the car when she was fifteen and not legal to drive and then heading up to Los Alamos to visit a friend. That led to Tina and me telling our own "naughty teenager" stories, though Tina's were. She talked to me and Sara about finding boys, marrying, having k**s, stuff like that, but never gave us any clue that she was a closet lesbian. I know she would never have wanted her parents to find out, and she was someone who cared a lot about appearances and what others thought. I’m pretty sure that she would be worried if she found out that I liked girls. So it was important that my interest stay my secret – even from her, at least for awhile. For Margie, my newfound awareness regarding her. Over the past year, if Anna wasn’t at our house for a weekend, we were at hers. But in the fall, we got the news of Hannah’s pregnancy, attempted suicide, and abortion. It had a profound effect on all the kids in the dating group. We could see the brakes come on in several relationships, even as they skidded toward sexual activity.And I found out I was to become a grandmother.“You will never address me as Grandma,” I lectured the gathering. Brian thought he’d be clever and start calling me.