If I wasn't nice..." Your eyes, Stoney. The first time I saw you, you were helping set up that recording system. You were on your knees, moving, squat...ing, putting things in place in the orchestra practice hall. You were on your knees in front of everybody, including girls, and some of the other girls are pretty hot. And you just acted like you were stacking groceries. You smiled. You chatted. But you didn't gawk and you didn't drool and you didn't hit on any of them. I determined that if you. As we trundled along I held up first my bra and then my panties and waved them at him. He just started acting like a sex starved hound dog, barking wildly and then howling at the moon. This crazy macho act tickled my sense of humour and I felt a fit of the giggles well up inside me. In front of us the traffic had quickened and everyone was filtering from three lanes to two, then to one until only the hard shoulder was left. We stayed side by side and continued moving forward. I didn't have long. “I’m sorry, Beth.I hope we can still be friends.”“Of course,” Beth answered, but it put a damper on thestudy session and chilled their relationship. Althoughshe stopped asking Beth to do things together, Bethstill caught Christie staring at her in class.Christie’s look did not suggest platonic friendship,either.About three weeks after the library incident, ProfessorMoss surprised Beth at the end of class by inviting herto a small dinner party the following. “Hang on a sec,” I said, spotting the cashier. I pulled out the little ticket Jana gave me along with my wallet.“What are you doing?” Danielle asked, looking at the ticket.“Paying my tab,” I said, handing the bill over to the cashier.“I thought our meals were on the house,” Danielle said.I didn’t want to look at her or answer. I also didn’t want Danielle getting mad at Jana. I finished my transaction with the cashier and turned back to Danielle, tucking my wallet into my slacks. “Don’t worry.