I wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Jenny nervously looked into her bowl of ice cream, twirling it around with her spoon.After a few more...moments of silence, she started to tear up. “Yeah, how fucked up is that?” Jenny went on. “Not just fantasized about you and I, but about you attacking me, raping me, hurting me. Kyle, I was about to have an orgasm from you grabbing me when Haley stopped us! I don’t know what is wrong with me! Seriously. I’m so screwed in the head right now...”At. It was like destiny kept us close so we could become adventurous. Kissing become our only intimate relationship thing as we can’t go further we didn’t have the where we could o alone and have some private time. But after few moths something happened she came into my house for a week. But still, we didn’t have the privacy. One day they all decided to sleep on the third floor. She also had the sister. So we all were together standing on the balcony of the third floor. We were chatting and I was. She watched him but didn’t speak, a lovely shadow at his side. ‘Christie?’ He ached to reach out to her, but she stood out of reach. She didn’t move forward or speak, and he realized that tears were rolling down her cheeks. ‘Christie?’ he repeated. ‘Did you try to kill yourself?’ He hands flexed a little. ‘Did you?’ ‘No. Of course not. It was an accident.’ ‘You’re a med student, Danny. You had to have known what taking Xanax would do with that much alcohol.’ Her tone was light but held an. It kept me from seeing myself as past tense but wasn’t enough to avoid a mid-life crisis; I needed something dramatic, a statement greater than wearing an orange dress.After wishing for larger breasts since Erica I decided the ornament needed was a boob job. They went from 34 B to 36 C on a summer afternoon in a plastic surgeon's office with periareolar saline implants, not into big boob bimbo, just a notch up, so I told myself. Once the soreness receded, I put on heels and stood naked before.