"Is it from Justin? Did he make it of you and him having sex?" he asked the pointed question and Jenny knew her world was closing in on her. Mark put ...is hands to Jenn's shoulders and moved her back slightly, far enough so he could look into her eyes. His gaze was demanding and she felt compelled to answer his questions."Oh, Mark, yes, he made it that other afternoon when he forced me to have sex with him on the pool table," she blurted out the answer and Mark's stomach did a few summersaults. I was 15 years old at the time and a sophomore in high school. I have an older brother, but he was attending university in a town a couple of hours away. My parents had recently got the bad news that one of their old college friends had died. Since the funeral was in Ontario they were going to be gone for a few days. I tried to convince them that I was old enough to take care of myself while they were gone, but they insisted that Uncle Mike stay with me. Michael is my dad's younger brother. He. He got up from his chair and left his bedroom. He jogged down the stairs and entered the living room to find his mother sat on the couch smoking a cigarette. "Mom, why is it still light out? The clocks have stopped too." Adam asked. There was no reply. He walked further into the room and stood in front of his mother. She was wearing a skirt and he could see straight up it."Whoa. Mom! Cover up!" Adam said in embarrasment. No reply. He looked at the cigarette she was smoking. It wasn't even. I went down to my office in the dungeon, the supply room in the basement. I picked up my clipboard and stood in front of an open supply locker, pretending to work. Instead, I shut my eyes and tried to forget what it was like to be so close to the major. I hated the lack of control infatuation brings. I hated mooning over someone who would never give me, a lowly private first class, the time of day. Officers and enlisted do not mix, an ironclad rule enforced by courts-martial, jail time, and.