She usually wore hats and glasses. He couldn’t know.“Your dress is quite – ordinary for a designer of such flair,” he said, as we headed into ...ne of the side offices.“I know. But there’s a time and a place.”I shut the office door, purposefully not switching the light on. I sat on the edge of the desk. Marc’s eyes went from my high heels up my long, slender legs to the hem of my dress. He swallowed.“I wanted to know about your inspirations,” he said. His voice sounded deeper all of a sudden.“I. ..only if Uncle Eric was available, and that was also only if he (I) agreed. (I could never refuse Wendy.)It was a beautiful day. There were plenty of boys sniffing around, so to speak, (that's why she wasn't allowed to be 'sans adult') and they all had a great day, playing around in the pool.Unfortunately for me, I got to see a lot, and I mean a lot, of feeling up among stolen kisses and long, leering looks. The boys were 'me', but they were still sixteenish. Their excited bodies were. I look up, and there's a young girl standing over me. She's wearing a bellyshirt, tight shorts, and a pair of battered flip flops that have seen better days. I think about ignoring her for a moment, but then reconsider. I've never seen her before, so perhaps she's just lost."Yes?" I ask, picking a point just over her left shoulder to frown at."Dr. Tobin?"My eyes betray me, and shift to hers for a second. Brown eyes ... She's been crying.I sigh, put down my trowel, and stand."I'm Dr. Tobin," I. "Have you guessed now that she would have asked you to ... help the rest of us?"I listened for those little guys inside my head, but this time they remained silent. Thanks a lot, pals."Sort of. The truth is that I probably would have done it if she had asked me to do it. But you are not off the hook, yet."She sighed."I know and I'm sorry. None of us had any idea that things might get that crazy. I guess it can be a bit crazy especially for you for a bit longer before their bodies realize what.