There was no wavering, no confusion, no identity crisis then. It was–take the plunge and come up for air on the other side. It was cut and dried. It...was a cinch. Not here. Not now. Now, there’s nothing sure, nothing to count on. The sun comes up every day and goes down at night, if you’re lucky enough to be able to see it beyond the smog and the hazy, mutated weather patterns. It’s all so confusing. Because what I am, who I am, is not reflected back to me by any of the life forms so anxious to. I think she noticed because sometimes I couldn't help myself from staring. I had a huge hard on, but since I were sitting at a desk it wasn't visible. I hoped at least. I was just wearing sweatpants so it was hard to hide if I were to stand up. But I was sitting at the desk when she was helping someone in the row in front of me and then she turned around and dropped her pencil. She bow down to pick it up and she saw my big bulge. After a few seconds she rose again and looked me in the eyes and. That means a great deal to me." She paused, and looked down at her hands, resting on the table. Timidly she continued, "I don't want us to be apart, either."Gently cupping his hand under her chin, he lifted her face, so he could look into her eyes. "Say that again, Darling, and look me in the eye when you do."She looked at his handsome face, and reached out, and stroked his cheek with her hand. "I don't want us to be apart, either". A smile broke across his handsome face, and he took her. So, she began the difficult process of disguising herself, using kindness and sweetness to draw the attention she craved.Then nature gave her an additional weapon ... puberty. It took her no time at all to learn to use her developing body to gain the attention of the boys in her class. She wondered what high school dating would've been like had fate not stepped in.She'd watched her mother's bedtime routine for years. On those nights that she and her father would lock their bedroom door, her.