But the calm assuring smile of her mother, madeher feel she hadn't done anything wrong. For a teenage girl newlyexploring the world of dating, that is...But Mummy, you didn't ask me about him moving in. This is a big house;why does he have to share my room. That's horrid, I don't want himthere, that's my space.Another wry smile. "I know it's your space and you have turned it into avery pretty girly room, but I think it's a bit late for that now dear,when a guy starts dating seriously he expects a. You ever see Doogie Howser? Well, lose the medical doctor, change it to a PHD in cellular biology, and you've got the general idea of my teen years. Now lose the friends and every other aspect of social life. Got it? Well, that was me at sixteen. A PHD, working on my second, this time in organic chemistry. Zero dating, and two "extremely" proud parents/agents/business managers who sent me to work at fifteen.You see, I was their "miracle baby." Mom supposedly couldn't have kids, and Dad had an. For some reason it was now barricading the door. It opened out and I could in fact see the rest of our suite, but in my nightmare none of that had registered. I was breathing heavily, clearly having exerted myself a lot. Sweat dripped from my bald dome into my eyes, even though the AC was on.“Are you awake now?” asked Caroline, holding an empty glass. I realised I was standing on wobbly cushions and nearly lost my balance.“WHAAAA!”“Be careful, for God’s sake!”She held out her hand so I could. She was a little shy so didn’t say much. However, each time she saw him she said 'hi' and her confidence grew and soon they were talking every day, searching each other out. Not only on the original website but also on different apps and even on Skype, and nothing within their control stopped them from talking to one another.Soon during their conversations, especially on Skype, they would discuss how their first meeting would go. Although neither was sure how or when that meeting would take.