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another procedure, they’re hopeful it will help me recover my vision, blah, blah, blah.  I’ve heard it all before.  I learned after the first few attempts not to get my hopes up.”
    “But…there’s a chance you could get some of your vision back?”
    He shrugged.  “ I dunno. I doubt it.  Anyway, enough about that…my sister has been talking my ear off about it all morning.  I’m tired of thinking about it.”
    “You have a sister?” I asked in surprise.  “Why haven’t you ever mentioned her before?”
    Chris shook his head adamantly.  “Nope,” he said, moving to his bedside chair and crossing his arms in defiance.  “I’m not givin’ it away for free anymore, Michelle” he informed me with a wry grin.  “Before I tell you anything else, I want some answers from you, missy! Why were you ordered to do community service?  Not knowing is bugging me!”
    I sighed in defeat and rearranged myself on his bed, feeling a bit lonely there all by myself.  “You’ll think I’m a psychopath,” I warned.
    “Try me.”
    I decided to give Chris the short and to-the-point version.  “I had some…issues at school over the years,” I confided. 
    “What kind of issues?”
    “Well the biggest issue was that I went to school with assholes.  I put up with them treating me like shit for years, like I was their personal doormat.  I guess they thought they were being funny or something.  It sucked.  I just kept telling myself that pretty soon high school would be over and things would get better.”
    It felt embarrassing to verbalize my victimization.  I’d never done that before.  But in a way it also felt kind of good to get it off my chest.  I looked at Chris anxiously but saw no sign that he was judging me.  Instead, his head was tipped to the side and a serious expression was on his handsome face as he listened intently.
    “So what happened?”
    My voice was shaking a little.  “A couple weeks after graduation I ran into two of them in the parking lot outside a grocery store,” I explained.  “They started giving me a hard time and I just lost it.  It was like…I’d counted the days until graduation just so I wouldn’t have to deal with them anymore and there I was forced to deal with them yet again.  It seemed so unfair.  So yeah, I snapped.”
    “What, exactly, does snapping involve?”
    “I gave one of them a bloody nose and broke the other one’s pinky finger.”
    Chris let out a low whistle of amazement.  “I had no idea I was talking to such a tough chick.   Now I’m a little scared.  I mean, what am I dealing with?  Let me guess,” he said, reaching out toward me, “you’re a 300lb female sumo wrestler, aren’t you?”
    His hand closed around my wrist and he gently slid his fingers up my inner arm. 
    It felt strange to have him touch me like that.  Even though it was a perfectly innocent gesture, it made my breath catch in my throat.  To be honest it was the closest I’d ever really been to any guy before, aside from the one at the mall whose nose had gotten rather intimate with my fist.
    “No,” Chris decided, his voice distracted-sounding and his brow furrowed in concentration as his fingertips traced gently along my smooth, silky flesh.  “You’re definitely not a 300lb sumo wrestler.”
    “That just might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” I quipped, well awar e that Chris’s hand was still gently touching my arm.  My voice sounded funny, distracted.  For a moment I forgot to breathe.
    “ You have soft skin.  Does this weird you out?” he asked, giving my wrist a squeeze.
    “No,” I fibbed.   The truth was, I wasn’t sure how I felt.  My heart was hammering and my skin tingled where Chris’s fingers grazed it.
    “How about this?” he inquired with a teasing grin, reaching for my face.  “Wait,” he said, pausing.  “Do you wear glasses?  I’d feel like a schmuck if I broke your glasses.   How weird is it that