. I need..."You hesitate for a moment, not quite saying the words that so desperately want to escape from your lips. Dimly, in the back of your consci...usness, some part of you understands that there is a certain finality to this moment. The course of your life, whatever it was... the core of your identity, whoever you are... they teeter on a precipice. One tiny push and you will fall, endlessly, into the abyss. Never to return.He no longer stands motionless before you. Suddenly he is upon the. Me: no!Bro: he said guys what a bitch she was, she will get your heart race, it was like fucking a wild dog.Me: hmm I will take it as a comment.Bro: shamelessMe: when you do it is it not the sameBro: just kiddingMe: lets again party with a groupBro: oh sis getting hottieMe: oh come on lets naBro: OK lets plan for tomorrowMe: no todayBro: it takes time, seems you are getting.Me: bro stop na plz its been a whileBro: so u want a dateMe: even that would doBro: that’s why have a bfMe: noBro: let’s. " I paused, swallowed. "You didn't answer the other part. I'd need someone to practice on." She gave her sparkly laugh again. "You do remember I was an escort for a couple of years, right? I'd find someone." Grinning, she got up and started to get dressed. I stared at her again. "Let me think about it." -*- I sat nervously at the bar, waiting for Chris to return with just the right lipstick from the next-door pharmacy. A handsome man in a bespoke charcoal-gray suit came in, made brief eye. Watch any teen movie. I was the one hated by the vast majority of the other girls. I could see it in their faces. But when you’re playing that role, you can’t show any indecision, you can’t even feel any in their presence: it might show. I think it’s an interesting commentary on the values of our society, and not a little disturbing, that the age is getting ever lower when boys are worshipped as athletes and given special treatment. It’s down to seventh grade in basketball. Middle schools try.