1 wasused as my study. 1 was used for storage. The other was my malebedroom, and the other was my female bedroom.My male bedroom was full of my male c...othes, and spartanly adorned.My female bedroom was just the opposite. In that room, I embraced allaspects of femininity. I had a pink bedspread over my floral sheets.I had paintings and pictures of pretty flowers and ballerinas on thewalls. The white furniture was full of my tights, pantyhose and bras.My closet was carefully organized by the. A warm hand caressed my face in the darkness. I flinched away from it, and it disappeared. "Here," Alex said reassuringly from somewhere above me. Only now I could hear the note of menace hidden beneath his low, quiet voice. "Alex..." I whispered. "What are you doing." It wasn't really a question. I knew what was happening. His house was on the fields, far from where's I'd been walking. Here in the secluded white mansion, far from the city...No one would hear me scream... I could. .. uh..." Allison began nervously. "Will you go out with us?"My eyebrows furrowed. The LAST thing I needed was two more girls in love with me. And both girls paled at my hesitation. Gently, I said, "Girls, we're friends..."Now they looked like they were going to start hyperventilating. So I decided to slightly change my approach. "I'd be happy to go out with you," I said quickly.Their panic seemed to lessen but there were still nervous expressions on their faces. We all sensed the "but" coming.. "No. We haven't gotten together since the end of summer. You might say we have a peculiar relationship. We've been friends since before memory, best of friends until we developed our unique interests and adolescence hit, sending us into different cliques and pursuing different companions." You don't even call each other?" Sometimes, but then its just two of us talking, which isn't the same, so we don't do it very often, just checking up on each other from time to time like if we seemed upset or.