We approached one of the high points of our impromptu tour. “Passage du Desir” is one of those walled alleys that we have heard about, but most of...us think they are only in Amsterdam or Hamburg. In fact, they are fairly common and this one in Paris leads directly off one of the busiest through streets in town. If you assumed that it translates to “Passage of Desire”, your French is improving.At night, the women are in lighted windows, displaying their merchandise. Entry to the alley is. Until four years ago. Four years ago, it was early September when Jersey schools would start. I was starting the same run I had for a year to pick up the students on the county border to Lakewind High School. One out of fifty-four of those students made herself well known on the bus. Ava Reyes was a sophomore on the most hated road in the town. She was only sixteen. On the first day of school, I arrived at her house at 6:44 AM, a bit earlier than called for. As I reined the bus to a stop, the. We'd gone canoeing and swimming at the lake and now it was night. We smoked some weed and we were talking about sex (do teenagers talk about anything else?) and things got a little touchy-feelie. One thing led to another and I knew it was time to have some Lauren fun."So, do you ever masturbate, Lauren Rose?" asked one of my friends nervously.The other two boys giggled. I loved those guys but they acted so stupid sometimes."Of course I masturbate. I'm a grown woman. Do you?" Well, uhhh ... Gee.. Fixx interjected, “if you’re having orgasms, you certainly won’t be thinking about anything as mundane as dentistry!!!” “Oh, oh, oh, please hurry,” Kaye Winterws moaned, “do anything but just do it!!!”“Okay, Kaye,” Carol asked, “can you hear me!?!” “Oh, yes, that’s much better,” Kaye said smiling, “I can barely feel the pain now, thank you so much!!!” “That’s very good, Kaye,”.