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““Me to baby. You enjoy these times don’t you?”“Oh yes, its the best.”“And you like to have you self filled?”“Yes, really filled so it hurts.”“Good, that’s real good baby, what about other things.”“Don’t know really.”“do you like me to see you naked?”“He-he, err, yes. Is it OK?”“Its great, it makes you a perfect girl. What about boys at school? Would you like them to see you naked?”“No way. There all horrible. There so nasty to me. I wish I didn't have to go to school.”“well that’s because there so young. Its men like me, my sort of age that would like to see you naked, they would say how beautiful you are and be so nice to you.”“Oh, I get it. I think Aunt Mabel would to. She always wants to help when I have a bath or go pee pee.”“Why don’t you let her help you do these things. She is 67, so its a nice age for you.”“OK the next time I visit I will say yes,” Kelly looked into his grey old eyes, so full of love.“Well maybe my sister will like to look after you some time soon, maybe you. Until today that is when everything just crashed.I have to step hard on the brakes when I reach an unexpected red light. I slam my palm on the steering wheel, wishing it were Mark's cheek. I slap the wheel again, imagining I'm doing the same to my so called best friends. They're all so smug about having sex with college guys, or with the quarterback or whoever is the jock of the month.It wasn't enough they were laughing behind my back for being the last girl in the whole team that was still a virgin. Noooo. I had to get dumped publicly, in the middle of the damn cafeteria, with all those people around, looking at me with amusement, pity or joy. The geeks and the popular crowd still see me partly as their own, and because I belong partly to the enemy camp, they were all happy to see me being humiliated.The car behind me honks when I don't notice the light turns green. I say a bad word and speed home. I should have the house to myself if I hurry. I was so embarrassed about what.
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