She takes my phone and sets the clockshe leaves a message with the screen put on lockGoing off early morning, I will know what it saidIt's what she wa...ts served for breakfast in bedAfter growing my hair for a really long termshe set an appointment for a tight poodle permThen asked the nice Ladies at the salonto teach me please how to get her toes done."First go on your knees, keep massaging her feetwhile she picks a polish that looks really neat" Two coats of color and a clear one appliedThen. I managed a half-dozen incredible sneezes, and sat there with a dazed expression from forcing too much oxygen into my system. Being allergic to perfume was another reason I was dateless. It wasn'tlike I was ugly, rather, most girls thought I was a hunk. But giving my partner a sneeze instead of a kiss, or leaving her half-deaf from one of the unplanned explosions had ruined my self-confidence. Not to mention my reputation.The tickling began again, and after about a dozen explosions, I. I turned back to our hands. He now stopped matching my movements and with his finger traced the outlines of my hand on the glass, as if he wanted to memorize its place, its position, its look. It was as if he were touching me and I could feel my skin tingle. I wanted it to last, but was too curious. I wondered what he would do. I started moving my hand toward my face. Our hands seemed to be tied as his moved slowly behind mine. I moved slowly but purposefully towards my face. He continued to. When I got there the door was open but nobody seemed to be around. I got changed and lay in the sun.I had been there for maybe 10 minutes when the swimming coach (who was also my English teacher) walked over and told me to get off my arse and do a slow 800 metre free style warm up. I opened my eyes expecting to see a couple of other swimmers there but it was just the coach. He was wearing a very brief pair of white Lycra speedos that could hardly contain his massive bulge.I jumped up and dived.