..He was eighteen and I was eighteen ...My very first time, I was a virgin; I was his virgin...I remembered all the stories my girlfriends told me abo...t their first time...I couldn't wait to tell,them about mine...I had always masturbated, but this was beautiful... I was in love....This lustful feeling was mine forever,,..My boyfriend was drafted and sent off to Viet Nam..I was devastated.. Would I ever see him again?Many days and nights were spent thinking about that afternoon, the afternoon. .. harder than that.He screamed. I started to stop, then remembered my mother lying on the cheap carpet of a cheap motel room having met her end feeling terrified and betrayed.I pushed harder until his screaming had nearly caused him to hyperventilate."Are you going to lie to me again?" No." Good – now I will ask again. Did you shoot my mother?"I don't know – I just wanted to hear him admit to it. I wanted him to know, when he died, that I knew. And I wanted him to know that I knew, because I. Steve stayed for dinner, thanked us profusely, and then headed home as we started to do the kiddy bedtime routine.When I got home the next day, Stacy was sitting with Melissa and Summer on the front steps. The kids were inside doing kid things. I could only guess what my wife and the two babysitters were discussing. I walked over after parking in the garage."Good afternoon, all you beautiful creatures – Wife, Melissa, and Summer." I smiled broadly at them and gave them a chivalrous bow.Stacy. "No doubt. It was the worst. Bet Jack loved it." I never showed it to him. It didn't even make it home that night." Girls." They looked at their mother, who was sitting in the overstuffed chair with her finger to her lips, a sewing project in her lap. She nodded over towards the couch across from them. Jack lay there, obviously asleep."Oh, how sweet," Analise whispered sarcastically, rolling her eyes. She turned back to her mom. "Mom, will you let me model my lingerie for you? I want you and.