The big surprise was still in our hand.Over breakfast I told mum what has happened over night. She liked the good news. My sister sitting on the count...er, listening to us both made up plans for our next recording session. And then it happened. She offered herself as a camera operator. To get some better shots and angels. We scheduled our first filming session for the early afternoon. My sister went off, got the camera out of my room and went outside to make herself at least a little bit familiar. With her lips pursed in the finest Miss Grundy fashion, Ms. Cumberland responded, “Some girls reach menses earlier than others. It wouldn’t be fair to deny them this knowledge of their own bodies.”“Oh...” Mother said, stretching out the word. After a pause she added, “Who teaches the course here in the high school?”“That’s Gwen Merritt,” Cumberland replied. “She’s very good. She has her master’s degree plus 30 credits already and she’s not yet 25. A wonderful teacher!”“Does she have a class. ”It was nice meeting you, Angel. Take care out there and if you are in the neighborhood, why not stop by. I might not have my face painted or know how to cook, but I think we had fun last night.”“We certainly had, Leeza. You got me thinking about quitting and get settled, honest to Mickey.”I waved her, passed the CITI control barrier and boarded the people mover to get to Angel’s Wings.I can see you roll whatever you have for eyes, citizen, but she did make me think that way. Not all that soon. A secret of the mind, a preference that I could tell no one about. Almost no one. At sixty-five, I’d had this secret buried deep inside me since I was fourteen or fifteen, but only when I hit my twenties did it really become something worthy of hiding.I have an attraction for girls in the mid-stages of puberty. Hebephilia and ephebophila were the two terms which described what I felt for the supple, blossoming teens who frequently caught my eye. As a teen myself, there was no issue. I enjoyed.