Hetyped the name "Melanie Whitaker" and hit the enter key."Accepted." flashed the text in a window briefly. "Melanie Whitaker"replaced the "End Image... heading on the title bar.Melville and Melanie had the same eye color. Their hair was alsothe same color, only hers was shoulder-length. And they looked tobe close to the same age.Those similarities had been the deciding factors in selectingMelanie's picture as the target for his first morph. He didn't knowwhat her real name was, nor did he. I felt like a kid in a candy store with a crisp one hundred dollar bill. Every seat in the place was taken, so I took up residence by a pillar near the main dance floor. The industrial techno just kept going and I couldn’t tell when one song ended and another began. Another three come-ons failed to impress me, receiving the open palm rejection me, when I noticed a guy watching me. He was sitting at one of the booths along the far wall. The flashing lights made it damn near impossible to see. “Anyway, she played the shy virgin, and dropped all kinds of hints to Elyse about wanting me but being afraid. I fell for it like a complete sucker, and danced with her. She kissed me on the cheek and ran from the room, I foolishly followed her and one thing led to another. Kara saved me by telling Elyse that Callie was lying about being involved. They stormed in and put a stop to things and that led to the hearing and my review.”“You were played for sure,” Bethany said, shaking her head. “You. "Jesse, can I ask you something?" "Yeah.." "Why do you hide that you're a lesbian?" "I don't know... I'm still discovering myself, I guess." "I think you should be proud of who you are." "Really? Why?" "Because come Monday morning, I want to walk through school holding your hand, kissing you and whispering in your ear." "Oh, Layla." My heart dropped, I just stared into her eyes. I wanted her so bad. Her mind, her body and her soul. I wanted to know about her every dream and every fear. I wanted.