With my eyes closed and the music guiding me, my thoughts drift to a secret place. I find myself in a room. It’s her room, the mysterious friend I o...casionally speak to. The room in itself somehow has very little detail in my imagination but on the one side a large comfortable leather chair sits waiting for her. This dark leather chair can tell stories I am sure. If only I could talk to it I may fathom the secret desires living inside the occupant of the chair. In this room it is always night. Elizabeth had taken a few days off to guide her mother around the house and grounds."And for me, I'm Lars' only woman for sometime yet," Elizabeth giggled."Oh, yes dear, nothing new on the baby-front yet?" No, not yet. But after all, we just started and you know it may take a bit longer if you've been on the pill. I don't know if there is any connection between how hard it is to get pregnant and the total of years that you have been taking the pill." Beware that your mom doesn't beat you to. Could I stay until she left? How long would that be? No, I wanted to get out. So what to do? I decided to just do it but explain to her first so I said: "I need to leave now, but I need to tell you something before I do." "You do, what is it?" she replied. "Well," I said, and then proceeded to explain that I'd come down naked to go skinny dipping and hadn't expected to meet anyone, so if I was to get out of the pool now she'd see that not only was I naked, but also aroused. She laughed. "I. She should know this, she should know how to do all of this, but her mind felt utterly blank. Hesitantly the fifteen year old girl dragged her pencil to the first question, and tried desperately to remember where to begin on this sort of problem. With the base of the triangle? One of the angles? She began to scribble down rough lines, bits and pieces coming back to her, as she tried to ignore the ticking of the large wall clock, audible even over the scratching of pencils in the otherwise.