“You’ve grown into quite a woman, Molly. Your tits could be bigger but the rest of you looks real pretty.”I wished now more than ever I could so...ehow crawl under the rock.“You aren’t going to tell my dad, are you?”“Well, maybe I will and maybe I won’t. It all depends on you.”“What do you mean it all depends on me?”“Whether or not you do what I say.”I felt my heart sink. What in the hell did he have in his mind? I didn’t even want to think about what he was going to say. Finally I looked up at. It was hard to say at that moment what was pulling the sobs from my chest more: the thought of losing Danielle, or Jan's gentle, comforting acceptance of me. I knew it was both, as I slowly pulled away and accepted the tissues she fished out of her purse."Feel free to puke, tell me how psycho I am and walk out of here anytime." Shuttup," she said quietly, dabbing under my eyes with one of the tissues while I wiped my nose."Was it her that hit you?" Jan asked, leaning back and brushing a few. We had a bedroom each but shared everything else.Amy was lovely. She was friendly with a bubbly and chatty personality with a curvy figure. She was the complete opposite to me because I was extremely shy and quiet and with a figure that could pass for a 14 year old boy. She took me under her wing to get me up to speed with student life.At that time I had never had a boyfriend or had any experience with boys and student life for me was lectures in the day then home for a meal, homework followed. I'd stared at each and every one of them, amazed at some of the peoplewhom my dad's company represented. And when he pointed out where myplaque had been placed, I smiled. Dad had been reserving a prominent areafor a 'special' artist for as long as I could remember. He said that someday he would represent somebody whom he was so proud of that they wouldhave the honor of having her or his picture displayed there.That's where I found my plaque.I felt tears start to creep into my eyes, and I.