Go forth and enjoy, Missy.From now on, whenever anyone asks you your name, you will tell them,"Missy." That has always been your name, the only name y...ou rememberhaving since birth. You are now, have always been and always will be,Missy.If anyone calls you by a different name, you will correct them and tellthem in no uncertain terms that your name is Missy, and that is what youwant them to call you.Every girl has a history, Missy, and you have many memories to be proudof, to be reminded of.. I thought she would think me weird and scold. But that didn’t happen. The next day she asked my number and I gave it. I didn’t ask her number. On that day itself, it happened again. She bent again. I touched her boobs. But this time she caught my attention and saw a rise my in pants.She was staring at it. I felt ashamed that she would not talk to me. But she didn’t do anything like what I felt in my mind. I was in silence for 2 minutes. The next thing happened. I had no thought that this would. For anyone living their lives on the perpetually cold orbital, the warmth of the room was a treat enough by itself, and the murmur of friendly chatter made her feel safe and comforted. I've always loved this place, she mused idly, waiting for the bartender to get to her, Why don't I come down here more often? Her eyes wandered across the clientele, different ranks, different professions, all gathered and drinking, smoking and laughing together. It reminded her of older times, times when it was. With that, Coach quickly stepped down to the end of the last bankof lockers and put her back to them. Not wanting to scare off the guy andgirl too quickly, she slowly turned around and looked down the small hallwayby the bank of lockers. What she saw had her mouth dropping wide open and hereyes bugging out.What she saw required her to do a double take. She saw a girl with long, wavyblack hair with a slightly downcast head and a face in apparent deepconcentration and lust, her eyes slitted.