She then startled me by saying that she had, on occasion, peaked out of her bedroom door and seen him.I then asked her if she thought her father had a...y thoughts about her and she confessed that sometimes she had caught him looking between her legs when she was sat down opposite him. Then she surprised me by giving me his email address so that I could ask him! Naturally I was lost for words before she told me all about him, what sort of music he liked and so on. She left it up to me to. I saw my first british soap opera then “Crossroads” a drama set in midlands Birmingham. Couldn,t understand what those “brummies” were trying to say and just about know what they,re saying now. Never knew how many different ways to speak English till I came to this country. Strangely you can speak one dialect here in Cheshire. Drivea few miles down the road and it,s Different there! Odd thing this language game! Any way that was followed by “Coronation Street” a soap set in Manchester and again. He was a junior at the state university and was coming home for a little over two weeks. The last time she had talked to him, he said "Ginny, I'm bringing home a boyfriend for you," but he wouldn't say anything else.Now she was waiting for them to get back from the train station. Her parents had gone down to pick them up. She was alternately curious, nervous, and shy. She awaited their arrival with some trepidation and finally decided to go into the kitchen and futz around rather than appear to. I put out a general inquiry across the Net, and was staggered by the numberof responses I got. Some of the accounts were obviously fabricated, some sopornographic and violent I dismissed them; some were sick fantasies, butsome had that ring of authenticity, clearly from the heart rather merelyfrom the genitals.I have selected a number of these. I have changed all the names, people andplaces, though I imagine my contributors had already done that. I alsotidied up some of the writing, but never.