So here I am. Back staying with my mom until I can get my life together.’ I nodded. ‘That’s good.’ I looked around nervously. ‘Um…are you ...till doing the drugs?’ Sheila quickly looked around before waving her arms around. ‘Shhhh…you wanna get me arrested or something. No…I don’t do the drugs anymore.’ I sighed in relief. ‘I sell them now.’ She said in a low whisper. I looked at her in shock. Grabbing her arm, I moved out of the line, pulling her over into a corner. ‘Are you crazy?’ I asked. . and he wasthere and I d-d-don't know why I did. But h-h-he... was so nice... andI-I-..." I couldn't even talk, I was sobbing so bad."It's okay Emily. People make mistakes. Just calm down. I want to tellyou something." W-w-what?" I cried."It's perfectly normal for a teenager your age to start liking boys. Idid it. My mother did it. All of your friends are going through the samething you are." They are?" What's important is that you channel those impulses and those feelings,and control them.. Behind dutifully covered up display windows opens a sparkling world of colourfull latex and rubber, leather in all shades and shapes, glistening stainless steel and wonderfully skimpy cloth rags. My eyes almost pop out of their sockets as I stumble inside for the first time.In contrast to the winter cold that reigns outside, the air of the shop feels boiling hot and I wish I could shed some clothing items. I look myself up and down, over that thin, girlish, light pink mini dress that barely. ‘Whoa! It’s me!’ Theodore was grinning widely as she turned to face him. ‘You shouldn’t frighten women like that!’ ‘Shut up and come here’. He held her tightly and as one of his hands moved tentatively down to her backside, Jenna couldn’t help smiling. ‘Let’s go and get a seat’, said Theodore. They walked a mere five feet or so before arriving at a table with a leather seat against the wall and a wooden chair on the other side. Jenna slid in between the table and the leather seat and.