FInally! I unlocked it and handed it to her. It felt so good to finally be free after so many weeks. I followed closely behind her, thinking maybe no ...one would really notice. It seemed to pretty much work. No one pointed or laughed or anything. I got a couple of looks, but they were more like friendly smiles. We walked over to the bar where her boyfriend stood with several shots. "Bottoms up!" By this time I was ready for a drink and slammed it down. He quickly ordered another round. It was. Jenna said hi, Alex winked. And now another girl in my class, Catherine, was acting strange. She usually nodded or something, but today she was avoiding eye-contact completely. I shot a quick text off to Alex before class. “Did you tell catherine?” Of course, halfway through first period, I got a response. Thankfully my teacher is blind, so I was able to read the “hell no” that was displayed upon my screen. Band came and went. No flashes. Finally, Calculus. Today, our teacher was gone for. It was a warm summer afternoon. He had just finished playing with his friends on his return from the local Catholic school. Climbing the stairs to the small apartment he lives in with his mother, he heard a male voice talking to her.This was not usual because him mother often plied her trade in the small apartment. He had learned to wait in the small kitchen until she was done. It never took long. His mother was not a pretty woman and the men just wanted a quick release. This time it was. I continued to grow my hair and let my fingernails grow long as well, keeping them shaped and manicured - and being the sixties, with individuality running rampant, I was raising no flags with either. By the late sixties I had grown to 5'8 but was skinny as a rail, weighing in at about 110 lbs. My hair was almost to my waist, and I was still going out occasionally late nights as a girl, but the thrill had gone from that somewhat. Being out but not being seen was almost like staying in, and I.