I could see through a small gap my next-door neighbor dressed in a black bikini spread-eagled on the lawn with her hands between her legs … “That�...��s Curious”! I thought … why that name?, Well I’d seen her several times before, as her and her husband had just moved in, and each time she’d say ”Hello!” and I would say “I’m curious, but what’s your name?”, she smiled and pouted “Hummm, call me curious, James”, “OK!”, I said, strange name I thought, anyway, on with the story … Curious had her hands. "I'm going to goget cleaned up and put some clothes on," I announced. "Meet you at thecar?" Yeah," he said, standing up. He tapped me on the shoulder as he turnedtoward the men's room. "Hey, don't forget my purse."I went into the other bathroom and closed the door behind me, slumpingagainst it. Out of the corner of my eye, I sensed someone else in theroom with me. I turned toward them and saw it was Molly watching me fromthe other side of the counter, following my every move, her eyes. I could read my daughter as easily as you're reading this right now. She and I had always been very close, and that hadn't changed as she'd begun to grow into a beautiful young woman. She was beautiful indeed. Her mom was Russian born, and unbelievably gorgeous, but very slender in the way that most Eastern European women are. Sasha (short for Alexandra in the Russian tradition) had her mother's golden locks and light brown eyes, but she was a little shorter, and bigger in the hips and chest.. He looked at his schedule, and then took a closer look."This is wrong," he said."Excuse me?" said the teacher."My schedule is wrong," Scott repeated."Are you sure?" Yes." Well you need to go down to the other side and get in line to see one of the counselors," the teacher informed him."Guys, you better go on without me. I have to get this sorted out." What's the problem?" asked Eddie."They've got me in the wrong algebra class and another class I didn't sign up for. I'll get it straightened.