The conversation eventually turns to her asking me if I have a GF, which I didn’t, and then what I’d done with girls, I say that I’d only kissed... which I hadn’t. This is where things really start to hot up, she then asks me if I’m a good kisser, I tell her I’m not sure, that’s when she spontaneously kisses me and before I realise she has her tongue down my throat, we kissed for a little while and then she stops as suddenly as she had started and says I was OK. We sit there in an awkward silence. She would stand and stare out the window and let her body sway as the train stopped and started. She only got to ride the train a few times till she started college and then had to ride it every day for an hour each way from her parents’ house. With the student pass it was cheaper than living down town. Bethany would drift into a hypnotized state and nothing would wake her but the sound of the automatic voice calling her stop. Now at 19 in the spring of her freshman year Bethany had grown into. The second thing was on the front lawn of that same house. Most of these places had some kind of garden, or a bird bath, or trees on the front lawn. All of the sections were fairly flat and square, so they formed areas where anything could happen really. A frame, if you like, waiting for some art. But this one didn't really fit with the rest. I don't think you could see this very well if you drove past, but in the middle of the lawn there was a large, elaborate pile of rocks. I'm talking three. It was nearly done; the large lawn spread out before her - pristine. Bethany rested her well-padded chin on the top of the rakes handle. She breathed in deeply, savouring the sweet July air 'Bliss' she thought. She heard a slight cough behind her, and swiveled her substantial shoulders. Mr. Groome stood behind her, his crumpled appearance oddly out of place in so much perfection. He cleared his ancient throat."Master Hubbard has asked me to talk with you, Beth..." He started."Oh no, what have I.