“Don’t be she said, close the door for me so nobody else walks in” she said. I did as she said, still not facing towards her.“Turn around, or ...am I not good enough for you” she said.I turn around and she is standing before me, in a tight denim skirt, about a hand span away from her hips, black hair straightened down to her shoulders, with little curly blonde and blue streaks in her hair, she had a black tank-top on, and was wearing her thongs, her blue eyes she shining so brightly, I was ready. Petite at five-foot-two and 100 pounds, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a figure that could have easily gotten her elected to cheerleader, Beth could have had almost any boy in school if she had the opportunity and set her mind to it.Beth and I never played "doctor" or "you-show-me-yours-and- I'll-show-you-mine" games. Oh, we sometimes talked about sex, but we never went beyond that point. Our parents were very strict, and discussion or mention of sexual subjects was a family taboo. That. Lsa was that kind of friend that i really didn't want to cross the line at all. She was a teacher at the Liverpool University but a portuguese girl. She was on her 40's in 2004 and she knew since the first day we met i had always been les. She was single and straight. We never ever talked a lot about sex. I was quite afraid of lose control and then lose a friend. Everytime we talked...and we talked for hours, i had to focus on not talking about women love. And i quite succeeded. It was hearty, and it put Kaz more at ease. “Besides some fairly invasive language lessons, I’m fine, they’ve not mistreated me. I’m here of my own accord, for my own reasons. This is important Kaz, I can end this war today.”“You’re still on our side, right?” Kaz asked. She stared at her feet, as if afraid of the answer that he might give.“Things aren’t that black and white, Kaz. There are no sides, not on Jarilo. There are only those who want to see an end to the slaughter and those who.