That was the first time I saw her. One week later, I was sitting in a second-period English class in my all-girl Catholic school thinking my new neig...bor and wondering who she was. Why did she dress like a boy? Why did she move to this area? What was her name? It was an odd feeling, being insatiably curious about someone I have never met and only saw for a second. There really wasn’t anything all that special about her, but somehow I couldn’t stop thinking about what she would be like. The. I gathered the information, it was an address that I had to give her. I called her back to give her the details. So that she doesn’t make a mistake in writing the address I was representing each word with a letter, like A for apple… Then when the letter “L” came I said ” L for Lover”. Her voice suddenly changed and she seemed excited and said with a loud voice “what?” I again said “L for Lover” and started laughing. She said “Youuuuuuu” she also started laughing. This time I heard a different. .. what?" Mum was immune to my questions and protestations as shestridently led me to yet another chair."My goodness that will not do." My mother tut tutted as she examined mynails."Mum, could you please take the plastic out of my hair," I pleaded."All in good time but we really must attend to your finger nails whatwould my prospective clients think if they saw them?"I sighed in resignation as I saw that familiar manic gleam in mymother's eyes. I could tell there was no stopping her intentions. As I began finally to stroke this meat the eighteen year old squeezed from behind me so that she was now beside both the guy and me, at her gasp I looked at her face, her eyes were bright and a look of wonderment spread across her face. I released the hard flesh from my gloved hand into her insistent hand and she grasped it tight. Not a word was said between us as the guy removed her hand and insisted that I grip him again with the nylon of the gloved hand. She looked crestfallen but stayed.