A bookish, straight A student, complete with nerdy glasses and no makeup, I cruised through school without so much as a date. It wasn’t until I was...18 that my body developed the womanly curves that I had craved for so many years.My best friend and closest confidant in those days was David. Our parents’ constant arguing had forged a deep bond between us. When I decided to go away for University, David decided to transfer and he came with me. We found a great two-bedroom apartment near the. No apologies necessary.”“Can I make it up to you? Something a little less formal?”“Sure. What are you thinking?” He had been working in the sun and his shirt stuck to his lean body.“Station Brewhouse? It’s right off campus. We can split a pizza or get some burgers.”“Sounds great. I could even drive my truck and not feel like a hillbilly.” There was that smile again.“Okay, just let me know when you’re done for the day and we’ll head out.”Heading back into the house, I stopped when he called. Although I had seen and felt my share of bullies, this was beyond anything I had ever witnessed, gang violence of a sort I had never imagined happening in this rural area of northwest Florida. Most of this understanding happened later, all that was in my mind at the moment, as I was running towards the group, was finding a way to stop and scatter the bullies. Surprisingly, there was not another trailer door opened, and no other adults on the street or nearby. The whole scene made me so angry. ” Gloria came over and stood in front of Emily’s desk, “Orrin, I didn’t know you could play the guitar so beautifully. I’ve never heard anything like that before.” Orrin didn’t know what to say, but felt relieved that Emily liked it. He sat there, holding his guitar and tried to think of something to say other than thank you. Emily just looked at him. After a minute or so, Orrin stood up. “Well, I better get back to work,” he said, then put his guitar in its case and left the office. Once in.