I would keep it in the back of my mind as much as I could; but, it neverwent away. She was a year older then me, so, I let her take the lead andwhen ...he wanted to we had sex. My dad was happy that I had a girlfriendand started to trust me more. I was at a loss to explain it to myself,how could I have a girlfriend and still want to dress-up like a girl.She talked me in to joining the Mannheim Teen Twirlers it was a square-dancing club, it was fun I did not think it would be, but, I did like. That was especially true of my head: some sort of flexible cap was strapped to my now bald skull, with metal pieces pressing against my skin in many places. The good news was that I woke up.I was in what appeared to be in a small, single-person hospital room, with several beeping and pinging machines on the wall beside and behind me. There were some strong hints that this wasn't a normal hospital room though:There was a large mirror running the length of one wall, EXACTLY like you see in ALL. Bishop did?The last bell rang and there was a lemming-like rush for the exit doors except that Janice, holding her books close to her ample bosom went to the Principal's office. She knocked and when she heard a mumbled, "come in," she entered. The man was seated at his desk and he waved her to a chair at the side of the room. Janice sat there and watched him sort through some notes. His eyebrows were arched in concentration, furrowing his broad forehead; he ran his fingers through his thinning. Obviously, I was not cut during the process.I drove my fist into the man's solar plexus and laid him out on the floor. Some blood came out with his breath, so I knew that he needed an ER as soon as possible. Both of our assailants were completely out of action, so I had plenty of time to call the cops and EMS on Liz's cellphone. Liz and I stood outside to wait for the emergency response. I had picked up the gun before we left the room, being careful not to affect its use as potential.