Char leans back and looks at me, i didn’t react fast enough and she catches me looking down her shirt. “Hey what were you looking at?”“Sorry, ... didn’t mean to” “Yes you did, trust me i notice it”“Why don’t you say anything?”“Because i like knowing someone likes to look at me”“Why do you pull up your shirt or move you jacket over them when i look at my house?”“Because i don’t want people to see you looking at me”“So it’s fine when it’s just you and me?”“I don’t mind”“So when you lean back in the. “What was that about?” I asked Amy “Just ignore her. She’s just being over pretentious. Now what would you like for supper?” On my thirteenth birthday I awoke with a searing pain on my left wrist. I turned my wrist over and I could see the outline of what looked like a tattoo forming but only half of it was there. I could smell pancakes cooking so I put on my robe and went downstairs to see what Aunt Amy was doing. When I got downstairs she had fixed all my favorite breakfast foods. I looked. When the doorbell rang I went to get it. John was tall, square jawed and imposing, mid thirties with dark brown skin and closely cropped hair. Not a sculpted figure but a big man nonetheless. He was quiet but confident as I showed him in. In fact I recall being quite intimidated in a way I’d not expected. I actually felt nervous around him too. As we had planned Kathy was sitting cross-legged at the dining table facing the door, her dress rising up over her great legs and providing him. *** Jay grabbed me and pushed me face first against the slightly larger of thetwo stones, the rough cold stone was hard and sore against my breasts, my cheekwas pressed flat against the rock and I could smell the musky cool scent ofearth and age upon the surface. He quickly wrapped rope around my wrist and drew my arm around the boulderin a wicked embrace, he grabbed my other arm and before long I was huggingthe huge rock. The angular outcrops cut into my arms and grazed my skin asI felt my.