Some of it is my own fault I freely admit to that. I had grown my hairout, refusing to get it cut. I had grown it out as long as it was in avain attem...t to fit in with a skate boarding group I wanted to be a partof. I had seen myself as a tough guy even though that wasn't the case. Iwas always getting into fights, my behaviour at school had deterioratedand I had been labelled as a trouble maker.Mum was talking to me I had been listening but her words were failing toregister. But finally,. And that I actually felt the same way, I already knew I loved them both deeply. But I just buried it deep inside because I did not want to risk our friendships.”“And now?”I sighed. “Well, unless something changes in the next few years, I have a real mess on my hands, Dee. And I had better hope at least one of them has a serious boyfriend, because I have absolutely no idea how I would ever choose between them. I love them both equally, and have no idea how I could pick one over the other. I. Michael roared at that, saying that she wanted to try it and wondered if Tim was available for loan. She was only half joking."I'm sure he wouldn't mind," Jenny said. "However, I think he likes big butts," she laughed as she drank her third glass of wine."Well, so do I," Michael replied, looking into Jenny's eyes."You like what?" Jenny asked."Like big butts... especially yours."Jenny's face turned red and she turned to look out the window. "Oh look, the sun is going down," she said, changing. " I do think we need to change to match your hair now.? Leave it to me,and I'll set you up.? You still like the hair color?? I think it matchesyour eyes.? What color was your hair when you were young?"From somewhere deep inside, his brain answered as if on autopilot, "Mymother said it was almost orange when I was born."? He seemed incapableof answering more than the last question posed to him.? And her end ofthe conversation left little room for input."Here, I'm going to put this warm towel on.