The combination of these features had me infatuated with her. I told Kevin about my fascination with this woman. He suggested I go talk with her and g...t her number so we could hang out. Of course I was a little uneasy about this since I’ve always been pretty shy, especially around pretty women. After some more encouragement and some liquid courage, I walked back to the pool where my brunette was talking with some friends. She saw me approach and smiled. I smiled back and she continued talking. Carl was ... unusual. His black coat matched his hair and shoes. Carl always wore a black toupee. Diner patrons referred to Carl’s toupee as, “Hair by Monsanto.” Others mumbled that Carl’s hair had more petroleum than most oil cans.Carl thought his black shoes rendered him invisible. Invisible meant safe and Carl lived for safety. The owner of a serious case of agoraphobia, Carl rarely ventured out and when he did, it was almost always to a place he felt safe.Last Chance was one place Carl felt. I tried to convince her and told her that we can go to the picnic other time. But even she was unhappy and in bad mood.I stopped my scooter and asked her for coffee at roadside and again tried to convince but it was meaningless.Niket, can we two go to picnic?What. . . . . . . alone!Yes, niket please.We will not enjoy the picnic and might be bored.Holding my hand, she said will enjoy, niket. Please. …But nitya what if dad and mom come to know that we went alone?Oh niket they will not know.. Now tell me. Do you want to be a girl your age?" "Can I dress my age?" "Of course!" I nodded my head yes, collapsing on her shoulder. "Now that we have that out of the way, let me call the doctor." "What will he do?" "I don't know Clarice, we'll find out together I guess." Grandmother called, then told me I had an appointment in the morning. "We'll skip aerobics tomorrow, but be ready to go by nine. Mrs. Handle will lay out your clothes for you again." "I can get dressed myself Grandma." She.