She sat me down on the side of the bath and turnedmy head up towards her in the way that hairdressers do firmly moving myhead between her hands and th...en drew around my lips with her pencil.Leah came in as she was doing this. "Glad to see you girls arebonding," she said smiling."Petra, you did a good job with your lippie, but the pencil completes itdoesn' it?" Jordan said.I nodded trying to work out how a Petra should speak. Apart from myflat chest I looked like a woman now."I know what you. Nothing much to say. Maybe try tohang out over Mike's this week. Gonna just read I think. See ya.May 16Wow. Just wow. I sometimes wonder if a part of me wants to be put intothese situations. I mean, to get caught like we did yesterday, I don'tknow if we fucked up or if it was some sort of blessing. Mom always saysthat when a door closes, a window opens. Or something like that. AnywayI don't think she meant it like this.It all began soooo great. I was over Mike's house, we've been dressingup. Today is a good day, warm sunshine, beautiful countryside, nice picnic and a lovely woman in my company. What could be better?We walk for around 20 minutes easily. The land is flat and the paths easy to walk on. It is cooler in here, the trees are in full colour, the birds are singing and we haven’t seen a soul since we set off. I pick up a long grass stalk and tickle you behind your ear, you jump thinking it’s an insect and waft it away. I do this a few times until you grasp the stalk laughing. “What’s wrong with you? What, you can beat an old man half to death, but you can’t give me a little roughness?” ‘That no good, dredging, horrible little fucking whore!’ I lose it. She’s cast sideways over the bed with one throw. Zoey yelps as I grab her ankle and haul her over to me again, leaning over her. I seize her wrists tightly – too tight – and shove them above her head as I glare into her hardened eyes. “What the fuck did you just say, bitch?” She sneers at me. “What, you gonna hit me.