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Show house/ 375 "What's happening to us?" I asked, craning my neck to see his face. He was at l e a s t six feet t a l l , broad-shouldered and they long-legged. His eyes were misty in the h a l f - l i g h t andAspoke of the bedroom. "You t e l l me," he said. "What if I should fall in love with you?" Brian looked away. "That'd suit me just fine." "I'm not ready for this. Do you know that? I'm not ready to be in love. I'm too... mixed-up." Brian steered me across the dance floor, toward the coat-room. "Let's get out of here. We've got some talking to do." He drove and I talked, telling him of my involvements with boys - how I always seemed to ruin things before they even got off the ground. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm afraid of men - I'm even afraid of you. Am I crazy?" Brian shook his head. "No crazier than I am." "That could even be the reason I ruined things between us - you know? When my father found us like that, I felt that I couldn't keep seeing you. Somehow, the way everything thought happened, I A it would get serious too soon. Besides, I knew my father would always think the worst about us. He already believed I was a hussy - and then when he saw us together.... Well, I just had to call it off." Brian nodded. "I waited." I laughed. "Sure you did. Stayed home and watched television for three years. " |