She was most direct and scrupulously honest in both her verbal communications and her external attitudes with both friends and acquaintances. Sometime...s deep inside her sheltered core, she was conflicted because of her shattered persona that constantly pulled her back and forth between the comforting light and the excitement of dark hidden desires left frustratingly unspoken.A good example of one of her weaknesses was the way in which she had allowed the delivery postman to use a rather heavy. It was quite busy tonight, most tables were occupied. Gradually, though, the place emptied, and only a few tables were still full. Her eyes were wandering round the room when a group of what had at first seemed like students of the local university caught her eye. She noticed that they were speaking Dutch amongst themselves but English to the other waitress.She kept pouring coffees and serving food. One dish was for his table. "Who gets the salmon baguette?" she asked. "That would be me," a. "Okay, Weasel, I challenge you for the position. If you can find another player who's willing to defend for you, that is. If nobody stands up for you, you lose by default. Deal?" You're fucking toast, Porter," he mumbled. He made sure he said it soft enough that Coach didn't hear him though."What did you say?" I asked. He was starting to really irritate me. I took a step closer to him, and Rich Ingrams, of all people, stood up and stepped in front of me."I said, you've got a deal," spat. His house was about a ten minute walk from the pizza parlor. My parents let me go to his house, only because they thought it was an innocent relationship. They had never expected me to.. you know.. do it with him. And honestly, I never expected me to either. When we got to his place, we discovered that his parents werent home. He had remembered later on that they were going out to dinner, it was a Friday night after all. It was about 5:30pm, and because my parents trusted me, I didnt have to.