College. He wished he'd graduated.There was a diploma on the wall. The words weren't easy to read, and hehad to speak them out loud to get through it...."University of Florida," heread slowly, "Jessica Masters, Bachelor of Arts in Communication." Ittook him almost a minute.Was that him?He'd wished for a degree from a big university. He didn't say what major,so maybe that was his. Reading it had been really hard. There must besomething wrong with his eyes. Glasses don't look pretty, he hoped. He told me not long ago that I get real turned on when he gets his hand in my panties. I have noticed that when I’m at the Mall and see girls or women who wear their blouses low or their skirts real high or their boobs or cleavage is showing too much, I think about Mommy. It also makes me wonder if those girls are learning about being Real Women, like I have already. Every once in awhile, when other women go by me at the Mall, I smell lavender on them and that makes me think of Caryn, who. And I learned that she had grown up aroundthe company, filming her first movie when she was 10. We really did nottalk that much about her career in the movies though. It seemed that oncewe popped the cork on our conversation the talk just kept flowing. Wetalked about anything and everything. We talked about music and movies. We talked about things we liked and did not like. We talked about sportsand we even touched on politics. The more we talked, the more I likedQuinn. I found that as. "You should have seen my dad. He looked like someone had smacked him in the face with a cold fish. He sat there with his mouth trying to make words, and looking at my mom like she was from another planet. She then told me to finish telling them what happened. I tried to make them understand that I wasn't a fag or nothing. But, I could see the look on my dads face. He had already decided that I was something less than he would pick up after the dog." near tears I concluded "I decided that I.