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mortification. No-one was supposed to know about my Barbie bedcover. No-one.

'Is she sexy?' the interviewer is asking, and my heart gives a huge jump. I stare at the screen,

unable to breathe for apprehension. What's he going to say?

'She's very sexual,' says Jack at once, and all eyes swivel towards me, agog. 'This is a modern

girl who carries condoms in her purse.'

OK. Every time I think this can't get any worse, it does.

My mother is watching this. My mother.

'But maybe she hasn't reached her full potential… maybe there's a side of her which has been

frustrated…'

I can't look at Co

'Maybe she's willing to experiment… maybe she's had — I don't know — a lesbian fantasy

about her best friend.'

No! No! My entire body clenches in horror. I have a sudden image of Lissy watching the

screen at home, wide-eyed, clasping a hand over her mouth. She'll know it was her. I will

never be able to look her in the eye again.

'It was a dream, OK?' I manage desperately, as everyone gawps at me. 'Not a fantasy. They're

different!'

I feel like throwing myself at the television. Draping my arms over it. Stopping him.

But it wouldn't do any good, would it? A million TVs are on, in a million homes. People,

everywhere, are watching.

'She believes in love and romance. She believes her life is one day going to be transformed

into something wonderful and exciting. She has hopes and fears and worries, just like anyone.

Sometimes she feels frightened.' He pauses, and adds in a softer voice, 'Sometimes she feels

unloved. Sometimes she feels she will never gain approval from those people who are most

important to her.'

As I stare at Jack's warm, serious face on the screen, I feel my eyes stinging slightly.

'But she's brave and goodhearted and faces her life head on…' He shakes his head dazedly

and smiles at the interviewer. 'I'm… I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened there. I guess I

got a little carried away. Could we-' His voice is abruptly cut off by the interviewer.

Carried away.

He got a little carried away.

This is like saying Hitler was a tad aggressive.

'Jack Harper, many thanks for talking to us,' the interviewer starts saying. 'Next week, we'll be

chatting to the charismatic king of motivational videos, Ernie Powers. Meanwhile, many

thanks again to…'

Everyone stares at the screen as she finishes her spiel and the programme's music starts. Then

someone leans forward and switches the television off.

For a few seconds the entire room is silent. Everyone is gaping at me, as though they're

expecting me to make a speech, or do a little dance or something. Some faces are sympathetic,

some are curious, some are gleeful and some are just Jeez-am-I-glad-I'm-not-you.

Now I know exactly how zoo animals feel.

I am never visiting a zoo again.

'But… but I don't understand,' comes a voice from across the room, and all the heads swivel

avidly towards Co

'How does Jack Harper know so much about you?'

Oh God. I know Co

But sometimes he is so slow on the uptake.

The heads have swivelled back towards me again.

'I…' My whole body is prickling with embarrassment. 'Because we… we…'

I can't say it out loud. I just can't.

But I don't have to. Co

'No,' he gulps, staring at me as though he's seen a ghost. And not just any old ghost. A really

big ghost with clanky chains going 'Whoooarr!'

'No,' he says again. 'No. I don't believe it.'

'Co

'Co