(The front of the room, please.)Cindy nodded to our Latin teacher and then walked up to the front. Cindy’s dirty blonde hair looked even blonder whe...n her face started to blush as she held her three paragraph story in her slightly trembling hands. After I heard her story, I knew why she was blushing and trembling in front of us.After this beautiful twelfth grader took a few deep breathes, she read in near perfect Latin:“Nuda puella lecto jacebat. Ubera eius moles brunneis papillis et vidi. ” He laughed, leaning himself against a tree. “Go back to the house Brian.” Hannah turned away from him and began to walk away, a little mad at him for what he had done but in a way flattered. “I can’t,” Brian pushed himself away from the tree and caught up with her. “See I have this information. I was going to go talk to your parents about it but ... well I wanted to get your opinion first.” “Let me guess,” she laughed to herself. “You are ready to go home and get out of this place?” “Not. It was silly,kicking and splashing with her skinny little legs, but delightful justthe same, and much preferable to sitting on dry land, constantlyreminded of the strangeness of having feet.She spoke to a multitude of male swimmers as the hours passed, quizzingthem about their lives. It was all compelling, the jobs they worked andthe sports they played and the places they lived. One companion spoke atlength about what had been her favorite football team, and even as shespoke about famous games. Marc and Brian looked at me. Brian had converted it back to a lounge and was grilling the bacon. Marc was sat on the sofa, knees up and hands around his ankles. He was still wearing just the pants he had on last night.Marc smiled at me.“Morning Kev” said Brian, “Bacon sarnie?”I sat next to Marc and Brian brought two plates over. “It was a warm night, hope you too lads weren’t too uncomfortable”“I was fine, maybe Kev was a bit uncomfy though” replied Marc, grinning as he spoke. Brian smirked and.