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Chapter One: Grab， Twist and Pull
When I was thirteen， I entered Martin Luther King Junior
High School with two things to look forward to. The first
was sex education， the only class my older brother before
me had excelled in， and the second was sex.
Before long， a third element made the list. Her name was
Betsy Murphy.
Betsy was an attractive girl in a mature sort of way.
She had probably the most developed social graces of any
girl in the eighth grade . . .
\" ... and definitely the most developed body， \" Phil added.
\"I was getting to that，\" Dave said. He shook his head and typed
away.
. ~ . and definitely the most developed body. To my new
classmates and me she was all woman， and we freely
speculated on the range of her experience in the ways of
men， love and dark closets (though not necessarily in that
order).
J
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