Beauty Lessons Part Three

EAch time I caught the boy in the waiting room glancing my way I became increasingly more certain that he liked me. I was eleven years old at the time and I had just had lunch with Mom. She had stopped off to see her doctor and like the boy across the room from me, I was waiting on my Mom.

While I cannot say that I had any real first had experience with boys yet, I was no longer quite as naive about older boys.  I knew thing partially because I had two older brothers.  Partially because -- welll I had done the deed myself a few times.

I looked at him as much as he looked at me.  He was very cute.  Each time I glanced his way I wonder if he had a boner.  He was pretending to read a magazine and holding it in his lap -- which was almost a clue that he did have a boner.

I took off my shoes and curled myself up in my chair because . . . Well, I liked him and he seemed a good way to hold his attention.  Sometimes I did things as Veroncia that just came instinctively to me -- things I had probably seen on televsions shows or in movies.

I found myself  thinking that it would be boy not unlike him that would most likely be the first to teach me what I needed to really know about being a girl.