At the age of eighteen, Ted had his car. He had the freedom to go wherever he wanted to and Sylvia didn't question him even if he came home late at night.
Inside the theater, he was glancing secretly at Marj by his side. She was beautiful and had a very white complexion. Marj was fond of watching action movies and he was often invited by her as a company.
He watched her from the corner of his eyes, smooth cheeks, and pink lips, and even with a boy's haircut and boyish gestures, she still looked like a lady, but too bad she turned out to be a lesbian, he thought.
His mischievous mind was suggesting. Could he turn someone like Marj into a lady? If some of the girls in their school were infatuated with him, but not Marj.
Marj caught him looking and whispered, "Why do you look at me like
