You stop. I wonder why. I feel something touch my thigh. I’m curious as to what it is. Is it you? I fear that it is, as deep down I hope it is. I...feel a pressure on my opening. It’s cold. I know it is not you. I’m disappointed. The pressure intensifies. It feels so good. The tip is inside me. It feels too big. I feel my muscles stretching to accommodate the object. You push it in a little farther. My body strains to make room. You keep pushing the object into me until I feel it hit my. To you, it seems like the letters are in front of you. It was the same with the dressing room mirror. It was as if the woman was facing me.All I saw were two breasts with dark, fat areolas. The image was so clear that I felt like reaching out and placing my hands on those breasts. All of a sudden, fear of discovery overcame me so I averted my eyes. With the brief image of those breasts burned in my mind, I sat on the ottoman staring into the main part of the store.Unable to resist, I turned. Everyone knew that drug dealers didn't live very long. The lucky ones went to jail. The rest went to hell.At the same time, Mike was constantly asking me if I'd seen Terry. All at once, everything started to fall apart. I lost the house because without a job, I had no way to pay the rent. With no other choice, I had to move back in with my mother. On the first night that I was there, I discovered that my mom was playing her own games.I found a familiar pair of running shoes under my bed. I. I went about halfway back and took a seat. Our stop was one of the first on the route so there were only a few on the bus before us. He took a seat across from me and smiled over again. I smiled back again before leaning my head against the window to doze on the way to school. The first day wen t by with a breeze, then after was cheer practice. Practice went late because of us preparing for the soon upcoming Homecoming game, so I was ready to relax when I finally got home. A friend dropped me.