I pulled a baggy that held the hair of a girl from my school. her name was Ashley everyone called her ash. she was a gothic girl that I had been crush...ng on for years.she was in the next grade and she had pale skin and wore contacts that made her eyes black. she had long black hair that went down to her mid back and her breast had to be at least double d.I put a small hole in the doll and placed the hair inside among the stuffing. I resealed it and grabbed the dagger. I pricked my index finger. Rick rang the doorbell and Pete opened the door. Pete looked surprised and welcomed Rick in. Rick asked if they could talk in confidence. Pete realised there was something serious and said of course. He made coffee and told him to ask what he wanted.Hesitantly rick explained how he thought he was gay and that he thought of men when he wanked and dressed in his mums’ things to feel feminine. He began crying and saying he was going to hell and that his parents would kick him out and he would be. Our house was on the periphery of our village. He was walking through the fields. The moon was up. I hurried in a short run and got up with him. “Where are you going?” I stopped him.He didn’t answer. He was carrying a bag tugged in his armpit. I pulled at his bag and its content slipped out. I was horrified. The towel, soaked with my virginal blood! “What are you planning to do? What is this for?” I wanted to know.He hesitated, but at the same time he might have realized that I wouldn’t leave. The playful and somewhat naughty sparkle in her eye showed me she was thinking the same thing I was. "Maybe," I said. "We’ll figure something out. Maybe we’ll stay in and watch a movie." "Well have fun with whatever you do," my dad said. "It is our last day." After dinner my parents and siblings went off, leaving Kelly and I alone wandering the grounds of the hotel. "I had a really great time with you this trip. I'm so glad I could make it," Kelly told me as she leaned against me. "I had a.