All the boys I had dated were nice boys who treated me well. When i started dating and i had a few nice boyfriends and then in college i met who i tho...ght was THE ONE.Marco was an exchange student the same as me. It was lust at first sight. As soon as I looked at Him I blushed and giggled. He was so handsome that it made me feel awkward and made me tingle. He was lean and athletic. Marco was a brilliant student, he wore fashionable clothing and expensive Italian shoes. English wasn't his. Her young mind was not at ease and she hummed a love song to herself. She was thinking that her Uncle could get quite up-tight if he found out she was meeting Clete up here. It was one thing, a very socially precarious thing, to be engaged to a black man, but to be meeting him alone up here, like this, where a number of girls often met their boyfriends - and became pregnant - was quite another. She knew she was being daring with Clete, but she had actually done nothing really wrong, after all,. " I say.She looks to the man again than to me, she seems to notice he is still breathing, she looks at me and chatters something quickly at me, she pulls a knife made from some kind of rock and points at the man, and moves to hand me the knife."Its okay he wont hurt us, I put him to sleep for awhile." I shake my head no at her and reject the knife, I see no reason to kill the man as he now poses no threat.She looks at me oddly but nods, she points at herself and says. "Jora".I nod, she points. It wasn't enough to pay for everything but every little bit helped. It looked like I would still have to do some modelling work this term to pay all my bills."You about ready?" asked Mark my older brother how had just arrived to say goodbye to me."Yeah, just about," I said looking about my room to see if I'd forgotten anything."Sure going to miss you," he said and wrapped his strong arms round me and kissed my cheek."Me too," I said, for he had kept my bed warm on many a cold night."I'll carry.