The kiss lasts for a long time, until at last we break apart. I stare into his eyes imploringly.'Hit me.'His palm strikes my cheek with a sound like a...pistol-shot, knocking my head sideways, and I look at him adoringly.'Again.'This time he hits me even harder.I love him.He kisses me again, and I wriggle against him.Then his lips leave mine, and he stares at my face, stroking my cheek again.I see the effect I'm having on him. My eyelashes are long, almost feminine, and my lips are full and. Evry night i would wait for my bus and make a 50 min ride before getting home, then every morning mom would drop me back or sometime id take the bus againhis name was Josephhe had a nephew of 13 he drop and pick up evrydayafter someweek of the camp start he saw me at the bus stop one morning and thats how i endup getting lift by himhe was a cool black dad working up north and giving lift to his nephew, so he didnt mind driving me toothe young boy was cool and had many friends at the campbut one. At that point sis grabbed my hand and dragged me to my room. She said, “We don’t need to listen to them argue.”“Why do they call each other bad names?” I asked.“Because some times when they get angry enough they lose their sense of propriety,” sis said.Propriety was a new word for me but by context I guessed that I understood. However, to clarify I said, “I guess it is like back last Christmas when I got mad at you and said I hated you.” Later when I had thought it over I had apologized but. As she looks over Casey’s mom, she wonders what could be gained from her.“Are you going for the same degree as Casey?” Juniper asks. “She has told me you two have the same classes every now and again.”Emma shakes her head. “The classes we have just happen to fall on each of our degrees,” she answers. “What do you do for a living, Ms. Ridgeland?”“Please, call me Juniper,” the woman says. “I am actually a pharmacist.”“Oh wow,” Emma says. A little knowledge in that field ought to come in handy..