You know, if they're pre-op. We don't have the biggest ***********ion, I'm afraid. We only have the occasional sale of those, but they come in so many... wonderful and feminine styles.”“That sounds perfect,” I said. “I didn't know that was a thing.”“Some don't like tucking,” she said.“It's not fun,” I said, glancing at Mom. “You know, especially at college. Things can get, uh...”“Exciting?” Mom asked. Genuine amusement was in her eyes again. She glanced down at my bulge and her cheeks grew red. “I. You need them?" Oh. Thanks. I think I remembered them all. There wasn't anything for Schwartz, was there?" I said innocently."Nah. Just to study for the test on Friday. I'll go over it with you later in the week if you want." Okay. Sure. Thanks. Goodnight!" 'Night." He was gone.There have been times when Eric and I didn't get along at all. I spent too much time in the bathroom—according to him—or he blocked my car in with his putt-putt. But most of the time now we didn't see each other enough. I decided to have another beer and think about it. As I was getting our beers, Carl was getting a couple more of our friends over to the table to talk about my options. I objected weakly that it wasn’t something I wanted everyone to know but Carl insisted that they were all my friends and that they were trustworthy. I finally gave in and by nine o’clock that evening, we had made some decisions. The first being that we would have one more round before heading home. That decision was unanimously. She seemed fascinated to see what a boy looks like. And I have to admit, it fascinated me to see how different a girl was 'down there' than I was. But I was still too inexperienced with girls, and with life in general, to really understand anything about that. It was just mostly a curiosity. There was no touching or anything. Just looking. The whole encounter lasted maybe five minutes, if that. We spent a lot of time together through the whole five-day cruise. But we never saw each other again.