Yet, someone who looked like her would never belong to someone who looked like him. When he walked with her, with her obviously out of his league, he... wished there was a book, How to Talk to a Beautiful Woman, that he could buy and read. Only, too late now, here he was walking along the beach with her, a beautiful woman. After asking her name and making some small talk about what a beautiful day it was, about the beach, the sky, the water, and her collecting seashells, not knowing how else to. ‘You could sit with me.’ Her voice softened. ‘I’m not so sure that’s such a good idea.’ He stated blankly. ‘What? So you can barge into my bathroom, jump into my shower, get me all hot and bothered, tuck me into bed and leave, just like that? You ask me if I need something and I’m telling you I need you stay with me and you won’t? Helluva guy.’ She replied, anger clouding her eyes. ‘It isn’t that. Dammit! If I stay here with you looking all hot and bothered and sweet and needy, I might ignore. Anyway, I was really looking forward to the party, and was shocked when all ofa sudden all these guys started showing up dressed as pirates and indians andsuch. I can't believe I didn't think of it! Guys! Ruining my perfect night! Iimmediately became so shy, I wanted to hide, and went up and locked myself inmy sister's room. But then Katy came knocking on the door, and asked to come in to talk to me.So, I let her in, and she said that it was a shame someone so gorgeouswouldn't show herself off. I could hear male voices. Not too neat and not very distinct.I glanced up at the line of wire meshed windows near the ceiling. It would have to come to that. I jumped, grabbed the ledge, and recalling the colorful admonitions of my high school gym teacher's about the lifestyle choices of anyone incapable of doing at least ten pull-ups, brought my head above the edge. I peered through the small window.It was a relatively large gym; large enough for a basketball court, as long as you weren't.