The story is a narrative by Jessie Tyler who gathers doubt about her sexuality when being kissed for the fourth time by her girl-friend and then, evaluates the past kisses by other girl-friends all uninvited and un-expectant.

That was it, I never saw him until next year. It was on a Friendships’ day when he stopped me on my way home from school. I was riding my bicycle with my friend when I saw him waiting beside the road by his shiny dark blue Benz. Holding a royal blue, red-spotted silky ribbon he said ‘I am apologetic about last year, shouldn’t have said…um…I…I…I just wanted to ask you if you’d like to be my friend!’ that came out in a shot from his nervous self. I looked at my friend who was admiring his car and looked back at his anxious face, ‘I think I’d rather be true with those who know me than pretend it to strangers!’ and left while he stood there. He must have been quite shocked, somehow I did rejoice in making him feel bad at that moment; it was, afterall a chance where I could get back at him; however when I reached home I did feel bad about it myself, thinking of Aunt Nigella.

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Now back to the part where he lent me his hand and pulled me out of the tank and I stood dripping filthy water.

‘Thanks!’ I said.

 After a really long pause, ‘Was it all in pursuit of this?’ he asked and gently pulled out the blue friendship band resting hilariously on my head. I didn’t answer, just didn’t feel like it. ‘You must change,’ he said looking at me oddly.

Change?! How dare he orders me to change! I’m perfectly fine as who I am. I will not change for some two-faced, tie-stuck, pompous parody who thinks he’s just too great!

‘The dress! You must change it!’ he said looking at me as if he read my mind.

He’s talking about the sari, STUUPID!

‘Would you like me to call Patricia? She might have something good to spare you.’ ‘No! I mean …I’m good. Thanks anyway!’ He looked at me, ‘Please let me help you, I’ll be back in a moment!’ I stood there and within seconds he returned with Pat, ‘Good lord! What were you thinking? Come up with me, my roommate has a spare sari; we’ll get you dressed in no time!’ ‘No! I mean; not the sari, please give me anything else wearable.’ ‘I would but, if you remember you promised to wear one,’ she said with an uncertain look. ‘…um…alright then!’ I said hopelessly wishing nothing terrible to further happen.

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