To be honest I'd prefer for the first option to be true. Every day forthe past few years I've thought about going somewhere else afterschool. What wou...d it really hurt if I went to one of my friend's homesinstead of going home? That's a silly question. I know who it wouldhurt.Just as with everyday when I get home my mother's nowhere to be seen,but of course I know she's here. She just prefers not to see me, thereal me that is. I wish she could understand how that makes me feel.Can you imagine. Anyhow we both dressed and headed out for the town , we called in a couple of bars for a drink and made our way to the red light area , we saw the usual hookers in shop front windows , some very nice and some like my granny , we passed one place advetising sex shows and i said to clair "shall we go in and see what its like" and without warning she got hold of my hand and dragged me in , once inside we was shown to a table right next to the stage and was brought some drinks , on the stage as we. She was also glad he was as sweet and kind the next day and night as the first. Phillip took her into the city and showed her around. By the third night, he had still not asked for more than a quick hug as he left her at her door. She laid in her bed that night wondering if he found her attractive at all. Any man who found her attractive surely would have at least desired a kiss. Did he still want to marry her? Phillip lay in his bed thinking how lucky he was. He didn’t want to blow this.. I patted her blonde hair.“You don’t have to do--”She was scrambling at my fly and tugging down my jeans. I grabbed her head with both hands. I tilted her red running face up to mine. My jeans and boxers stopped falling around my knees.“I’ll make it feel really good and--”“Renée stop!” I shouted, but she kept blubbering.“I’ve done it a few times. I know what I’m doing. I could suck you or-”“Connie, help!” I pleaded over Renée’s head.“Nope, one girl’s enough for you, Dean. I think she’d be more.