She sat quietly holding my hand, watching me.I don’t know how long it was before a doctor came into the room, checking on the other patient first be...ore approaching me.“How are you feeling now, Mr. Richter,” he asked, putting a cold stethoscope chestpiece on me.“Dizzy when I move. Still some pain in my head. I can’t feel my leg at all. I had to look to make sure it was still there.”That brought a chuckle from him. “I’m Doctor Szmanski. We’ve x-rayed your knee and to be honest, the damage is. What was I going to say to Lynne? What was she going to say to me?As soon as I heard her feet on the kitchen tile I didn't even turn to face her, I just spoke."I'm sorry. I guess I was just upset... I mean, you didn't... hell, you didn't do anything that I didn't want to do. That I should have..." Why didn't you?"I spun around as I stood up. "Jen!"She took one step towards me and I practically leaped on her. I kissed her fiercely as she started tugging at my shirt. I didn't question, I didn't. My face looked subtly different. My eyes seemed bigger and more defined,surrounded as they were by long, dark lashes that gently curled upwardsuntil they almost touched my eyebrows. The shorter bottom lashes, whichhad previously been so pale as to be almost invisible, were now littlespikes of jet against my pale skin. At the same time, the blue of myirises looked brighter under the studio lights - I guessed that was theblue in the tint working for me somehow.But the biggest difference lay in my. We live in a compound of about eight houses. I am the only youngster in the whole compound. Everyone else was either very old or very young kids. That’s when I heard, a newly married couple had moved to our compound two blocks away from our house. I saw the husband (a bald man in his mid thirties, looking awful with his big belly) going on his motor cycle. So I thought his wife would be a below average figure. But after two or three days when I was standing outside our house, all the ladies in.