Seeing him brought it all back.Joe Elliott's "Pour some sugar on meeeeee," popped into her mind in what seemed like full stereo. Her left arm jerked o...ut to her side, taking up the unconscious fingering position of the air guitar she'd played wildly in her room as she whirled to the beat and lyrics of that song. She'd fantasized that it was Mr. Hawkins singing it to her. She'd watched the video of the band playing that song exactly once, and then never again. She hadn't been able to fit Bob. ‘But, Doug, I want you so much!’ ‘I want you too, E, but you don’t need to beat me up to get me turned on. And if you’re into S&M or something, we’re gonna have to talk about that,’ he jokes, which makes her giggle. Then they both fall silent at the near gravity of the situation: it’s the last day of their long and supremely pleasurable weekend together, which neither wants to end, and she sighs. She presses her forehead into his chest and caresses his shoulders and upper arms as his fingers. Sympathy had quickly given way to coarse mutterings and lurid stares, shocking the pretty teenager at first, but not for long. Several times she caught so- called girl friends gaping disparagingly at her, while boys ogled after her with snickering little laughs, vulgar whisperings passing amongst them. What was it Birt Smith, a boy who had been trying to date her for months, had said: "Oh, to be a dog... !"It amazed Annie that she was being veritably ostracized, yet simultaneously, it. She hardly knew the word existed, but she now felt its meaning. She was happy. She was on top of a world that was new to her. At the same time she knew that it had always been hers.Hers for the taking, to be correct. Hers by right.It was a world of huge, vacant blue eyes that looked up at her in awe. A world of giggling airheads with incredible cow-tits. Girls who revered her, cringed in front of her. They pushed each other aside to have the privilege of kissing her boots, her legs, her.