What was that? I thought, and stopped in my tracks to eavesdrop.“What? Ramona was a lesbian?” asked Gail.“No, I wasn’t a lesbian,” Ramona sa...d, “Just a LUG.”“What’s a LUG?” asked June. I guess she led a sheltered life.“A ‘Lesbian Until Graduation,’” answered Sally.“What does that mean?” June asked.I heard Ramona sigh.“I was getting fed up with the crude college guys whose idea of seduction was to have you drink enough spiked punch until you would let them grope you, and hopefully you remained. He reached out his hand, his head nodding like a bobble-head as she described his duties and reinforced his impression that I was new and would be remaining. Though he was attentive to Maria and respectful, his eyes made frequent glances at her body and mine. His glances seemed to embarrass him but he seemed unable to stop. Clearly, he was making u*********s comparisons: Mother Maria’s older, tired, sagging body and my youthful, supple, firm body.As we turned to move away, I whisper the. I knew that, compared with other girls of the same age, I was huge. As is thecruel way between children, the other girls, who called me ?Tittyanna? behindmy back, made me very self-conscious about my enormous chest. And then therewas the way a once loved and trusted uncle began to look at me??.. But by the time I had reached sixteen, I fully realised that jealousy hadbeen the cause of the past cruelty of my peers. I also began to appreciateI possessed two beautiful assets that would guarantee. .. and the last of me, too.I changed worlds, in a way, though it wasn't by choice. That the world I live in now is more full of love makes it hard to think of the time before, but, to tell you my story, I have to dip back into that thankfully dead past.At this point in my life—my fifties—I tend to prefer telling people I had been "raised by wolves" to deflect people from learning my true shame, having grown, through adolescence, as a "Pure". Purity, dear friends, is over-rated.All right, so, in.