‘That’s good, because you’ll be seeing a lot of them in the next few weeks.’ ‘Why is that?’ I puzzled. ‘It’ll take me at least that lo...g to get this math thing down. Besides, I kind of like you. You’re not like any of the other boys I know. They are always trying to kiss me and feel me up. I won’t let ’em.’ Her frankness startled me but I could easily embrace her honesty. She liked me! That was a long way from where I wanted to go but at least I wasn’t a total reject. For the first time, I. Martinthat went in.Out came Agatha, Mr. Williams's girlfriend. And while here, my mother. Alovely woman of about thirty five with short blond hair (Mr. Martin wasbald). She was wearing an attractive dress, blue and yellow; it has shortsleeves and a deep "V" neck and was very tight in the right places. Hermake-up was flawless as were her now long fingernails that were colored asoft pearl color; I sure wish I could make myself look as attractive asMr. Martin did when he became Agatha, maybe. From there he took not one, but two sirloin steaks, a large baked potato, and some broccoli. He loaded the potato with butter, sour cream, and bacon. Then he just sat down at the dining room table and began to eat. He didn’t say a word about the day, but I am very proud of him. He probably is the reason the call center went as well as it did. In my head, he is really showing signs of making good decisions and helping everything we have going on.I sit down in one of the dining room chairs, I get. "Now he was really under the bus. I could see him squirming in his seat alittle. He must have been wondering just what I was playing at. We oftenfake flirted, but this time felt different, maybe because it was realand not just some backfilled memories."Come on, a man needs to have dreams you know." He tilted his head back,held out a hand and his eyes sparkled dreamily. "One day, I will climbMt. Boob, scale the soft, creamy sides and plant my flag at the top."I couldn't help visualizing that.