I had started getting involved in the dating scene about the time I got my license. It allowed me to get out of the house, go where I wanted, and see ...whomever I wanted. My parents didnt exactly approve of me seeing boys, but what they didnt know wouldnt hurt them. I started going to parties, and then guys started noticing me (they knew about me by certain rumorsall of which were false, but they did get me attention). I never allowed guys to get too far, probably because I was scared to death,. Michelle was convinced that she was hearing a very lopsided story from her converted son. It was so badly thin in places she could almost hear him trying to back track and fill in the gaps. "So how long have you been sleeping with her William?" What?" asked the girl. "You must have really pissed her off for her to do this to you. I want you to tell me about it." Michelle did not look around. Instead, she continued to pick through the closet for something that her son might be able to. " I'm down. But next time I pick." You agree to that. The waitress tells you where to go for your tickets and you both set out. You've made your way to the beach and walk into a small white tent the same as you've seen all over the island."Good afternoon," a small white man says from behind the counter. He isn't very tall, but he is built. He doesn't have bodybuilding muscles, but his muscles are the type earned from hard manual labor. His dark hair falls to his shoulders in uneven lengths like. I brushed my long hair the way I always did when I became Carol.I heard Mr. Martin ask how I was coming and I told him I was almost ready.I grabbed a shoulder bag that was hanging on the door knob and a fakeleopard fur jacket from the closet and went to the living room just as Mr.Martin came out of his room but...there was no resemblance to the Mr. Martinthat went in.Out came Agatha, Mr. Williams's girlfriend. And while here, my mother. Alovely woman of about thirty five with short blond hair.