That is what I did. I got the first two numbers right away; then, I remembered the third.Everything is all starting to seem too real. If this is a lif...like dream, there is no way I wouldn’t remember the combination. The dream is of me as a 14-year-old kid, and as a 14-year-old, there is no way I could forget the combination.When I get back to the office, Dean is still sitting there. It’s like they forgot him. I sit down a couple seats over, and say, “Listen, Dean, I regret having to hurt you,. "A bad one today and I'm going to have a worse one tomorrow. Thank you for asking," Ferro said."Your friend Dahyena suggested that I talk to you," Kay said.Something in Ferro's brain clicked and he snapped his fingers. "You were in here last night talking to Dahyena. I was going to ask her about you but shit started hitting the fan just when I saw her this morning. Hang on."Ferro whipped out his computer and dialed into his personal box. He brought up the unread message from Dahyena. As he read. “For some reason, ever since Mrs. McAdams put us together for this report, I’ve been staring at your lips. I haven’t been able to think about anything but kissing them.” “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your boobs,” Clarissa admitted. “I know,” Summer giggled, “I’ve seen you staring at them.” “They’re gorgeous,” Clarissa said. “They’re perfect.” Suddenly serious, Summer said, “You can touch them.” Timidly, Clarissa slid her hand around, and gently laid it on Summer’s right breast.. She was a tall but skinny Black girl with a huge butt. Of all my friends, she was the only other one who was a lesbian. I never really was involved in the LGBT community so I met all my friends at school and they all turned out to be straight, except her. Neither of us had girlfriends, but I had never really thought of her in a sexual way, though I admit she was very attractive. She did seem a bit flirty sometimes, and had a knack for talking with a cute voice.We were pretty close, in that we.