Damned if even disdain was enough to make her drop that kerchief.“Women are sneaky,” Father muttered.“Look,” Eric said, putting down his chops...ticks, “she’s a perfect neighbour. Doesn’t cause trouble. She’s nice and quiet…”That was the queue for Millie to turn on her television set with the volume good and loud. Some voices and music filtered clearly through the thin walls and into Eric’s apartment.“What is that?” asked Father. Both parents scowled towards the wall.“It’s nothing. It’s just her. If he found it, he would come back and let me know. Then I would deal with it. In a manner of speaking it made Ramie proud that her son was trusted by me in such a way. Unfortunately it didn’t put an end to the grumblings.It took us an hour to walk one mile. Once we hit the lake we took a break. The women rested. The men stood around looking like guards. I took a walk along the shoreline. I walked it armed with my bow and quiver of arrows, and my automatic on my hip.The lake was a long finger. "Nothing else to say?" she asked."What the fuck happened to you? One moment you're the typical girl next door heading out to a school dance with a boy and now you're letting some carpet muncher have her way with you," he blurted."I discovered that I like girls more than boys. At that first dance, my date kissed me and it was nice, but it did nothing for me. At one of the sleepovers I allowed one of the senior girls to kiss me and I liked it, a lot. Oh and by the way, the term carpet muncher is. And I had been to a couple of music gigs withPete, pretty much like I we used to before I became Alexis. I evenstarted to make friends with some women at the gym who did not know mypast, and Pete passed me off as a new friend, no point making me atopic of conversation again was his logic, and it worked. I evenenjoyed buying more kit for the gym, lycra was very flattering up topbut looser around the bum was better, and there is so much colourchoice, I soon had a nice collection. This confidence.