I'd got the last curler out, was combing out my hair, already wonder- ing if Pauly would notice how pretty-full-shiny it was.

"Of course not-but the trouble is I DO like him. And I'm not a little girl anymore. With him sleeping in the house...

"Can't you sublimate, Meg? Like your psych professor says. Don't think of him as an attractive boy-imagine him as something, any- thing else. Please? He can't stay here. My parents will be home in a minute ... please!?"

"But if neighbors see a boy come in here and not go out . . . '

"Oh it'll be dark. I'll have him wear my fur coat with his pants rolled up. With his long hair no-one will know he's a boy.”

That gave me the giggles in a thrilly sort of way. When I'd known him a year ago he was awfully attractive to me-though a couple of years younger. Because of our age difference I used to tease him instead of wreaking my winsome wiles on him. Loved to see his embarrassed blush when I kidded him about how pretty he was. He did have lovely eyes, long lashes and a complexion that would be adorable on either a boy or a chick. I used to torture him by saying, “Put on a dress of mine and we could both get rooms at the YW."

In a luscious fur coat and long hair, would he be at my mercy now! Besides I was curious to see him. Even establishment-type girls like me have secret dreams about running away to the Haight-Ashbury and be- coming a Hippie. I wanted to find out all about it.

"Tell him to come over now," I said impulsively-like when you feel an adventure coming on.

Rather than imitating a Hippie chick as I had a thought to, to make him comfortable, I layed out a cozy furry sweater, and a pleated skirt to wear. And false eye-lashes and multi make-up. I wanted to show him

that a square girl like me could be devastating in her own way-with pressed clean clothes. Though I still envied the Hippie girls in a roman- tic sort of way. But he came too soon for me to change. I went to the door in my blue artist smock when he knocked.

Expecting to see good old little Pauly, I said, "Yes Miss?" auto-