But I can't help it. I find my mind wandering at work, thinking of her, wondering what she's doing, wondering if I'll see her when I get home. I race ...ome to see if she's there. When she is, I'm happy.When she's not, it's like someone punched me in the gut.Where did these feeling come from all of a sudden?? I mean, she's just a girl!But ... damn me, I can't help myself.She's gone from someone I saw as a kid sister into ... well, something more. She's turning into a woman, there's no doubt about. Putting it on was awkward but he managed to connect the two hooks in the back. It didn't look right as he stared at himself in Bridget's mirror. The cups of the bra lay flat and empty. He got out a pair of his white cotton socks from his dresser and put one in each side. That looked better.A thought came to mind. His sister, who had short blond hair, had once worn a brown wig for Halloween. He searched through her closet, finding it finally, up high on a shelf, in an old shoebox. Tim was. Friends would justget themselves hurt.Sam was neatly dressed in a pair of khaki dress pants, a high-qualitydress shirt, and neatly shined black shoes. He wore a varsity sweaterwith two letters the symbols on which showed football and wrestling. Samcaught Martin looking."I'm starting varsity center," he said.When Martin failed to respond Sam tried to keep the conversation going,"I'm only a junior, but I hope to make all-state this year." Good luck to you," was all Martin replied."Do you play a. There was a moment of confusion, Mary, rising from the bed in alarm, Sharon wet of face and fast reddening, while the sound of feet retreating as an embarrassed Charlotte beat a path rapidly down the stairs and away through the front door.Mary threw on her outer clothes, no time for niceties like underclothing, and leaving her lover set off after her sister, though she knew in her heart things were going to be awkward, she knew she had to smooth things over, explain, beg, apologise even! .