Because I highly doubt you will ever speak again!?I drove a longer quieter route home, taking almost twice as long to reach my barn on the return trip... Ten minutes before reaching my house, I called Lucinda on my cell phone and told her to meet me at the barn. There was no way a female my size was going to get my male acquisition into my lair without help.Lucinda was waiting by the barn doors as I drove up. She had the slider opened before I even got out of the van. We threaded a stout pole. Jones,’ I God am I getting fired or something?!, I say to myself, as the mystery man starts to say, ‘First thing do you know who you are talking to?’ ‘Um, no, sir,’ I choke back on my saliva like its water and I haven’t had anything to drink in years. Mr. Spencer has the biggest smile on his face, just knowing what would happen next. The mystery man gives an half smirk, ‘I like this kid, don’t you, John?’ Mr. Spencer snaps his head around, ‘Um, sir,’ finally being able to speak, ‘Mr. Verlander,. There was soul in them. And deep wells of compassion and love. She averted her eyes. How could she do this to him? He deserved so much better than this! ‘I, uh… I’ll take a look at these,’ Julie said, indicating the list, knowing she was lying even as she said it. Why was she going through this? Why was she maintaining this façade? They sat across the table from each other, barely able to look into each others’ eyes, making sporadic conversation about things like ‘getting past’ this and ‘moving. From how theguys looked at me, to how I handled the flirting from those same guys. Aseach day passed and I became more natural in my movements, I developedthe very strong sense that after learning all this, any chance of returnto being a boy was fading fast, and I had not yet started college!I was enrolled and started classes, just another girl among the many,which was just fine with me. Being part of the crowd conferred a bit ofanonymity, which would help if I made any outlandish and/or.