She started encouraging me to really emphasize my walk and holdmy wrist up with my nails facing out, and to sit with my legscompletely crossed at my t...ighs (which was very easy for me todo). The last picture she took before the first people arrivedwas of me and Ruth dancing in the living room, and it wasdeliberately Ruth (the guy in the tux) leading me (the gal inthe jumper), and I really liked dancing backward like that. Shehad us look at the camera and me lean my head on Ruth'sshoulder.I had. Nothing too outlandish, just the usual smart/classical styles, the nicer, smarter clothes were saved for Saturday and Sunday.The main difference was that by the time that my sister and Mother arrived home, I was fully made up, perfumed, all my nails painted and with supper ready. If mother was going out straight from work, my sister and I would often spend the evening in our nightclothes, she loved to see me dressed and evenings alone, sitting together on the sofa or having her sit on my lap in. I made a pass at my best friend's girlfriend. I couldn't help it-- I was weak, and he was out buying lunch for them both. She sat in front of the television in a gorgeous tee shirt and sweatpants combination, watching some Discovery channel bullshit, and I just couldn't stop looking at her. She noticed, eventually, and smiled at me and wondered what was wrong. I replied that I just liked looking at art and other objects of beauty. She blushed a bit, and gave me a hint of a smile, and thanked. In her case ... volumes.Derek stands, sliding his chair back. He has a big smile on his face. He turns and starts walking toward the office with an air of confidence about him. Head held high, he doesn’t even let the stares and whispers bother him. This is going to be a new him, a new Derek. No more shyness or anything like that.He walks straight past the secretary without a second glance and walks straight into the office. He doesn’t even bother to knock.Then he instantly regrets doing it.He.