The gesture was futile and I knew it. You rapped upon the door once more."Just a moment," I called loudly and tried to calmly walk to the door. I took...a few breaths, grabbed the handle and turned it.You stood in the hallway, the sunlight was at your back silhouetting you like an angel and I thought I was looking up into the face of an goddess. Your curly dark hair fell to your shoulders framing your beautiful face. You had high cheeks, just slightly colored and glowing eyes that sparkled with. So we decide to head out and not waste this perfect day. I suggest we go to Blowing Rock which causes you to suggestively raise an eyebrow. Great minds think alike! As we ease down the parkway you want to stop at every overlook and pull off to take pictures. I point out different features and mountains I’m familiar with. Between taking pictures you casually rub my neck and head and I place my hand on your thigh when safe to do so. Blowing Rock is a quaint little town. Although small it’s a bit. During my junior year, I was eager to go to the semi-formal dance at school. I had asked one of the girls from my class to go with me and to my surprise she said yes. Although I was a pretty shy individual,I was really nervous asking anyone out and the fact that my first choice said yes made this easier for me. The day before the semi-formal, my date wrote me a note like a little bitch that she was to let me know she was going to go with Rex Johnson, one of the football players from school.. I took a long, hot shower without worrying about how many people are going to rape me today or how many people will see me naked and grope my vulnerable body while I stand before them helplessly and try to act like whatever they do is just fine with me.I no longer have to worry about the content of Sheryl's website or about the party that Gary has planned for me this weekend with the bikers. I can relax and look for a nice place to die.I checked out of my room and got directions to a small.