That was her only time with a manI asked if that's when she lost her virginity?She said noHow did you loose it then I asked?Look Chris you are going t...rough the same as I did , you are finding out about your body and sex , I'm not going to use you,What I saw today was no different to what I have done with my friend , that's why I will not say anything,you mean you have done it with a girl? She laughed yes, like you I have a friend We started about 6 years ago, How I asked?She said sally and her. “I gotta get my fuckin’ watch fixed. This is the second time this month.” “You didn’t miss much,” Kent assured her. “We just went over ‘Gatsby’ again, and --” “I don’t get that book,” the girl whined. “I mean, what the fuck is with that green light? What’s that supposed to mean? I don’t like that symbolism shit. I’m a tell-it-like-it-is kinda girl, y’now? No frontin’. No bullshit.” Kent laughed. To an academian lit major like himself, dismissing symbolism as bullshit was tantamount to. The tea-shop didn’t have much in the way of a lunch menu but they did serve soup and a roll. Leaving his coat and book to reserve his comfortable place, he went up to the counter to put in and pay for his order. By the time he returned the four girls were sitting down and enjoying their cake and hot drinks. It was dry outside but a raw Northerly wind was blowing, one so lazy it wouldn’t go round anyone, just right through you, so Harry was pleased when the soup arrived, a spicy. You may well be the bravest woman I know.’ Sandy was still trembling as the hug with Pam ended. She looked at the faces of those around her, looking for the rejection, fear and judgment she had seen most of her life from those who didn’t understand or accept her. Those looks weren’t there. There were questions, asked from love and wanting to know her better. There were those who wanted a closer look and after a while people moved back to the things they were doing earlier. Sandy started to.