"Is that all you think about, how cute a guy is?" Tiffany asked."It doesn't hurt, especially now, Id love to have him give me a kiss,"Brenda giggled."...I never thought I would say this, but don't you dare kiss him, he'smine," Tiffany said."My, my, are you telling me you like guys now?" Brenda asked."Yes I am, and you'd better keep your hands off Hank," Tiffany giggled.."I had my Mario so I guess it's only fair that you have your Hank," Brendateased."I don't know what's happening to me Brenda, I. A caucasian woman in her latetwenties dressed in a cute soft pink blazer and gray pencil skirt staredback at me. She's wearing her brown hair in a loose bun. She's quitepretty but not in a stunning way. Her glasses and they way she put onher makeup kinda hid her green eyes and sex appeal. I did thatdeliberately, as I didn't want to attract unnecessary attention. Nobodywould know that underneath this mask, wig and bodysuit was a black guy inhis forties.Even though the cafe was already set. She only rubbed my shoulder by way of an answer. I slowly opened my eyes. She was hovering over me, her face anxious, eyes locked on mine."You knew, didn't you?" I said accusingly. "You knew, and you didn't tell me."She averted her eyes for a moment. "We didn't know until Officer McConnell came to see you, Mark. He knew what happened a year ago. So when I told him you wanted his help to contact your sister, he knew ... and then we knew ... something was seriously wrong." She's ... she's dead,. A quick bout of rock-paper- scissors left her on the floor. She feigned taking offence and insisted that I surrender my only pillow as compensation.We took care not to wake my parents as our activity fell to wrestling over the pillow. We both knelt on the cot with the pillow between us. Each of us had a tight grip on the pillow and wouldn't let go. We were out of things to argue over and neither of us wanted the game to end.Time slowed down for me here as I looked into her smiling green eyes..