I sat up in bed, and looked at my clock. It was 9:30 P.M., which meantthat Jeff would be over soon.What? I thought, but only for a second. Jeff was th... guy from the picture.He was my boyfriend, and I was in my bedroom. Not my apartment. I was only16, I didn't have an apartment. I lived with my parents and my name wasJennifer and I was waiting for Jeff to get off of work so we could go outto the drive in theater.I knew this wasn't really my life, but it felt so natural that I didn'tcare. I. ’ Her face fell like the sunlight that was fading she was staring at outside of the window. I had to break the silence by asking, ‘Does he fuck like me?’ She cracked half a smile and half a chuckle, and said, ‘Do you really want to know?’ She was right, but in a way, but I did want to know. ‘Think Miles Davis, an expensive Cabernet, and being recited John Dunne and Pablo Neruda by memory, while bathing,’ she said. We both fell silent again. I don’t know what was going through her mind, but I. Before they even knew I had started, I had both oiled from head to toe. The only places that didn’t have tanning oil were the bottoms of their feet and hair. Somehow knowing that their parents wouldn’t be happy to find they were sunbathing naked, I used the openings in their one-piece suits to get the oil off my hands. I got a dirty look from one until the other one clued her in. They wore smiles as they hurried over to the lounge chairs to get sun. Nina giggled when she saw each girl had their. Would it be okay if Icalled you?"Not knowing what else to say, I agreed. "Sure. I'll give you our phonenumber." Thanks. I'll call you tonight, okay?" Sure. I'll talk to you later, Karen." Bye, Danielle. Bye Mrs. Exner."I couldn't believe that I was just talking to Karen with me wearing atutu. This couldn't be happening. But just as she promised Karen calledthat night and we talked on the phone for about 30 minutes. It was hardfor me to do since I had to make up an entire new life that.