He’s majoring in coeds, and spending a bit of time studying to keep his GPA up. I’ll see him at Thanksgiving and Christmas when he’s home.”“... guess, really, Angie and Clarissa have replaced them as your closest friends.”I took a deep breath and let it out. She was voicing something that I had come to realize, and while I was very happy to have Clarissa and Angie as friends, there was something of a hole in my innermost being, as if parts of me were missing. There was, I was reasonably certain,. ’ With that, he stopped walking, and slowly brought his face to mine again. ‘In fact,’ he murmured, ‘Ever since I laid eyes on you, I’ve found it quite impossible to stop.’ My body went numb. I opened my mouth to respond, but all that came out was a shaky breath. I found myself no longer caring if his effect on me was physically evident. He leaned in toward me, and I felt our lips brush. ‘What do you want, Clara?’ You, I thought. I want you to touch me. I want you to take this dress off and. ”“I’ll tell you what bothers me,” Dan said looking at her.“What?”“Your behavior with him looks forced and your affection seems artificial,” Dan said.Linda was silent for a while as she thought about his comment. It was true. Her behavior was forced and the displays of affection were artificial, but that wasn’t her choice. She said, “In a lot of ways Eric is still a kid. Did you know that I’m his first girlfriend?”“No,” Dan answered although he could believe it.“I am. He doesn’t know how to act. The doctors say the hormones are there, and yes, I do think about sex a lot, but on the other hand, I look like a kid. My face hasn't even aged.So, boys are interested in boobs, butts and legs. Well, I haven't got any boobs; got a boyish bum and my legs are still pretty spindly. What am I meant to do, wave an Equal Opportunities Flag around and beg for pity dates? I've got boys who are friends, but none of them see me as a girl, at least not a girl like the others in my class.Sod them though,.