If my life wasn’t such a mess right now, I’d actually have been quite proud of my body and my looks. I stand 6’2” tall, with a muscular frame ...�� not very, just enough – the type women like, and my face, with the prominent jaw line, reminds women of Jamie Dornan from Fifty Shades, I’ve been told many a times. My golden-yellow hair is long enough to fit into a pony tail, or else to remain unkempt and messy, to transform me into the rockstars of the 70’s. I choose black pants and a white cotton. As they kissed, she had a thought run through her head. Elizabeth pulled back from the kiss and her eyes were wide. Danny's arms were tight around her as he questioned what was wrong."It isn't you Danny. It isn't anything we are doing. Well... it is, but not. It is just that... what are we to do? We don't have any of that root to make tea. I want and need you so much, but without it..." Elizabeth couldn't finish. She buried her head in his chest as tears started to stream down her face. Yes I. As the fall progressed, I settled into Clarksville High and felt a lot more comfortable. I’d met some of my fellow students and while we didn’t hang out together, I seemed to have gotten over the ‘short bus’ problem and that was a relief. I’d seen Teresa Johnson several times as we passed in the hallways between classes and she never failed to say hello and smile. I always returned the gesture. One of these days I’d work up enough courage to ask her for a date. So far she was the only female. .. the looks were following us. Well, the looks were not directed at me but it was nice. I spotted a table and we sat down. The waitress took our order and Tamara grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dance floor.She had some incredible moves and when she would gyrate, the skirt would work its way up and then she would just grin and pull it back down. I didn't know how much more teasing I could take. The song finished and we headed back to the table. I excused myself and went to the restroom. I.