Across the road from where we stand, a group of youths in hoods are walking towards us. As they approach, they kick an old Coke can ahead, back and fo...th to each other, one lad breaking from the pack and into a sprint when it travels too far, berating one another with gutter expletives for lack of skill. The hollow clanking of the makeshift ball grows louder every second. Under the wan side-street lamps, the group become a graphic art parody of a street gang.One of the youths calls to us;. "The problem is not with the marble. It's your lighting. All you need to do is change the lights you've got in the bathrooms and the marble will look the same as the kitchen."I thought I was prepared for the next question, but what she said was not what I was expecting."Good." she told me. "You passed my little test. You're both smart enough to have figured it out, and honest enough not to try to cheat me. If you'll come back tomorrow, I'll show you what I really want you to do." Not so fast.". "That might be enough to convince Wendy. Speaking of which..." Go ahead. Last thing you need is to get caught talking to me, considering what she believes." Hang in there, man."He held out his hand and I shook it. "Thanks for giving me the benefit of the doubt." No problem. Sorry about everything."I chuckled half-heartedly. "Not as sorry as I am. I'll make a call or two and see if I can get those police reports." Here's hoping."Knowing that at least a few of my friends didn't believe Linda's. I never thought to remove the clothes whenever I was any of the guys. I knew that they were just bigger versions of myself. Storm was a grown woman and she had lots of parts that I didn't have. I was really curious about what she was hiding under her costume. It was easy to remove it. It just slid right off. How did she pee without the little thing between her legs? All she had was some hair there. Were girls born with hair there instead of wee-wees? Her body was soft and smooth.