My suit was modest compared to what a lot of girls wear, but it made me feel like I couldn’t trust anyone. I looked through all the comments posted ...bout my beach pics, and there were a lot of, “Wish I’d have known you’d turn out so HOT!” kinds of posts from boys I’d gone to school with. I thought that was strange because I had the highest-grade point in my graduating class and I won all the major academic awards that year. I was a SERIOUS student, but all anyone noticed was my looks.A private. ..nothing....I did it again , lingering longer, breathing into her ear as our cheeks touched...pulling only slightly away, we looked at each other....then kissed, our lips hesitant to part.My heart ...among other things...nearly bursting out when she whispered“Is there some where we can go.....quieter....uhhh, so we can talk”Talk, yeah , we stepped into my room lit only by a bed lamp, and from the second the door closed, I had her backed against it, our lips touched and we immediately began. I didn't talk tomy dad on the phone, because his increasingly feminine voice, and insistenceon talking about the boys I was dating and fashion and makeup and stuff, hadbecome just too weird for me. When I finally returned home in June, I was met at the airport by Stephanie,who had a very grave look on her face. "Your father is undergoing something ofan identity crisis, Amy," she said. "Apparently, well, this will be hard foryou to accept. But, apparently your father is a transsexual." "That. It was standing up, painfully, throbbingly, alert. Christ! How this woman had aroused him. He wanted her, but he knew that it was impossible. It was broad daylight and time for his one o’clock group. He was supposed to be instructing now. Of course, he rationalized, one of the assistant pros could get the people out on the courts and get the video equipment set up so that would give him an extra couple of minutes. Silently, they rode along for a few moments, then Eddie, again, reached .