The engine cracked and hissed from its short engagement, wisps of steam escaping along the hood’s edges as Aaron warned, ‘I know that, but what ab...out the crazy bus behind us?’ The passengers both strained backwards, as the car rolled to a stop. Both intently watching as the steer dozed in the heat. Aaron slammed the lever into reverse and began the backward trip, his neck resisted the torture as a black exhaust cloud, muddled by the heat’s haze, rose above the road’s horizon. The buses oily. We enjoyed playing our old records on a real phonograph. Tina considered it an antique and I guess she was right. You can’t beat the big band sound from the forties and early fifties. I have them on cassette tapes, eight track tapes, and on CDs too but I still enjoy my records. Some of the old seventy-eights are almost a quarter of an inch thick and grooved only on one side. My father had some of the old Edison cylindrical phonograph tubes but he got rid of them before we ever knew how valuable. Sonia said “let me measure you and I’ll see what I can find on the racks for you”. Before I knew it she had unsnapped my bra and put the measuring tape around my boobs, she did this ever so slowly; I felt a chill down my spine. She said “wait here I’ll be right back”.A few minutes later she came back with gorgeous bras, she slipped the first one around my breasts and snapped it for me, as she was standing behind me, she was watching me in the mirror as I was adjusting the bra, she said “let. " Knowingwhen I'm defeated, I slump back in my chair.Mere minutes later, we arrive at my house where Beverly formallyintroduces herself to my parents. As the adults talk in the living room,I lead Sarah up to my room, where we both sit down on my tiny single bed."Thus sucks," I complain."I dunno, I kinda like your room," Sarah says, trying to cheer me up."It's... Androgynous." I smile and take the compliment the way it wasintended."Yeah, but I don't have a single bit of PROPER clothing anywhere.