At the end of the torturous evening, she'd asked him how he could have conversed so well on the phone and not in person. It was clear her criticism up...et him, but she'd already ruled him out. She just wanted to know how something so full of promise had gone so wrong. He'd confessed his friend had been helping him craft replies. She'd grabbed a taxi, and said, "Seems I should have gone to dinner with him instead."The digital clock on top of her built-in chest of drawers showed the weather along. ? He showed me afreestanding frame. It had a white glassy panel along one side, thingslike rollers along each edge, a light source of some kind, and a bunchof electronic wires and cables. ?Watch this,? he said.On a table nearby there was a complex control panel. He pushed a button,and a noise came from the frame, a hum. He slid some levers and twistedsome dials, and a pattern of heavy black lines appeared, like a mosaic.Then he filled in the sections of mosaic with colors, all by using. Wow, I just forgot that yesterday was my 16th birthday; this move HAS been a bit much…April 17th, 20XXFinally, I just finished moving into my new dorm plus I (reluctantly) met my new dorm neighbors, Ulrich Stern and Odd Della Robbia. They seemed nice and a bit in love for each other, but it didn't bother me a bit since I consider myself homosexual too, which I told them about and they said they were okay with it too. Either way, neither of them were my type, but that other kid, Jeremie was it?. He tore the sheet off and told me no need to cover up, since he had had seen me being a damn slut! He said he should have known I turn out like my mother. He told me my mother fucks around all the time. He made me tell him how long I have been spreading my legs( I told him about my brother and cousins)and why haven’t I given him any since it was his house and his money that paid for my private school. He then asked if all the girls in my class were such sluts. I cried and said I’m not slut, he.