They did everything together. They even lost their cherries on the same double date in the old drive-in movies.But after high school, their lives took...different directions. Mom married an intellectual whose vocation was office work, but other than performing his connubial duties, he spent countless hours at the bar, telling war stories. (Yes, at least he served his country when needed - I'll give him that.)Serena married an adventurer, fresh out of the Marines, but he didn't have time for. I had never before worn high heels. ‘I think you’re going to have to get used to them,’ said Maya, ‘you’d better practice.’ I walked around in them, at first tripping over the hem of my dress, and stumbling from the height of the heels. ‘It’s time,’ said Maya, as I was clipping in a pair of big silver hoop ear-rings she had handed me, and, glancing at the clock, I saw that it was, indeed, seven-thirty. Nervously, I allowed her to throw a fur stole round my shoulders and lead me back out down. What I had glued to my face was a doll's face, a toy doll's, one of the old porcelain ones, very beautiful, delicate and with an evidently submissive smile, all very realistic with caged eyes, but I could see by her pupils and breathe through the nose. A life-size doll face because it covered my entire face up to my neck. It wasn't me anymore, it was something else, like a life-size doll, naked, tortured by a sadistic girl.She was sitting on a white chair. Behind me was a hallway that was all. After a while, I stood up and asked, “It’s very hot here, do you want something to drink?” He was confused and replied, “Get me anything!”I said, “Come to living room and I will show you what we have.” He followed me and saw a bottle of cold beer, some snacks, cigarettes, and a bed, all arranged properly. He asked who drinks in your home. I replied, “No one, this is for special guests.” He was so ecstatic.He sat on the chair, poured beer in his glass, lit a cigarette and signaled me to come.