"No one told us we'd be responsible for adults," said the blond teenager.

Both were big, bouncy blond teenagers who looked and sounded like they should still have been in a finishing school somewhere.

The volunteer turned out to be a thin blond human teenager, who was no taller than me and probably no wider in the shoulders.

Yet during the eight week case, a very different image of the bubbly, strawberry blond teenager emerged.

Lilian leaned over and smacked the tall, blond teenager in the arm.

J.B. simply stared straight back at the blond teenager.

"No, lover," she said, taking a half step that put her between Ryan and the trembling blond teenager.

He'd tried to persuade her to settle for combat boots, but the blond teenager had refused.

"Take care," Ryan said, watching the old, old man go off, still holding the hand of the tall blond teenager.