"Are we taking your car?"I led her to the passenger seat of my car and opened the door for her. "Did you bring up the idea of my coming over for sunba...hing?" Not waiting for Molly's response, I closed the door and walked around to the driver's side."Yeah, I warned her you might be coming over," Molly said, "right after I came in from out back yesterday afternoon." You actually thought I'd come over?" Well, yeah! Why wouldn't I think that?" I thought you were just teasing me," I said."I was. Look you're only twelve. You certainly aren't any smaller there than Tina was when she was twelve. Ask her if you don't believe me." How do you know?" Anita you've been running around my boat for almost two weeks, mostly in a bathing suit. And most of that in a bathing suit picked out by Tina. You're showing off more than you're hiding! You're going to do just fine in that department I think but really, any guy who is worried about that is exactly the kind you don't want to deal with."Anita. After all, the feelings were in those places where boys are supposed to be different. (Except the boys from St Dominic's, destined for celibacy and reputed not to have 'boys' bits.' I'm also not talking about those other times in the month whose feelings happily lie far outside the scope of this story).I longed to know what boys' different bits were like and just what their connection was with my own deep-inside tsunamis. Soon my fingers learned to tend and grow those primitive feelings into. I play in a band. It was my birthday, so we booked a show at a club about 30 minutes away from our usual stomping grounds. We set up, had one of our friend’s bands open for an hour, then hit the stage at 11:15pm. All our ‘followers/fans’ were there, and it was shaping up to be an amazing time. Right before our 1st set gets done, I look up at the crowd, then at the door. OH MY GOD!!! It’s her! Angela comes walking in with some of her friends. I froze. Everyone told me my face turned white, and I.