I figured that she fancied me, so I decided to take a little risk. I kissed her, and stuck a hand up her blouse to fondle one of her breasts. I didn...��t get slapped, so I put the other hand up her skirt, running my fingers over the gusset of her panties. When that didn’t get my face slapped, I put my other hand up her skirt as well, pulled her panties down a few centimeters, to slip a single finger inside her vagina, and I still didn’t get slapped.That was like a red flag to a bull, really;. .. the last one, huh?" Yeah, so what am I gonna get for it? Um, what's your name?" Janet, hey you gonna open it?"Howard tore off the foil and fiddled with the wire holding the cork in the bottle."My name's Willie, Janet, ' Willie said and got a bright smile from him."I'm Janet," she said, and followed with, "Oops, I already told you that, huh?" and she laughed drunkenly at her wit."Well, that leaves me," Howard said. "I'm Howard." And you have the Champagne! You the man, Howard!" And we'll be. ‘I didn’t see you last Friday.’ I said.‘Oh, yeah…on Thursday after we…um…I couldn’t get out of bed.’ she said.I glanced at her, and she was smiling.‘Oh?’ I said.‘Yeah, I…I hurt so bad I could barely walk to the bathroom.’ she said, ‘I told my parents I was sick so I didn’t have to try and get around school all day.’She seemed to enjoy telling me this. I could hear a hint of pride in her. My emotions swung between giddy joy and gloomy melancholy, punctuated by frequent outbursts of tears. By the time I started my senior year, I had entered awkward phase of transition, when the effects of hormones become discernible, but not definitive. The skinny wimp who had left for prep school three years earlier had returned an androgyne. My altered appearance made me the target of incessant bullying, at lunch, in the halls, and worst of all, in the locker room. Solving for XMarta and Thad.