’ I closed my eyes and sighed. ‘I’ve caused you nothing but trouble, haven’t I?’ She laughed. ‘You could say that. Will you help Sherrie t... return?’ I nodded and she wrote out Sherrie’s address. I drove to her apartment and knocked. Her door opened and she glared before speaking. ‘You’ve got a lot of nerve, don’t you?’ ‘Can I come in and talk?’ She turned and strode into the room, the door open. I stepped inside, closing it. ‘Take a seat and make it quick.’ I took a chair and found her. You know I can and you know I love you I just don't know. It can get bad Betty really bad can you handle a lot of people say that but when the heat hits the fan they all leave. So you tell me can you handle that. Betty got up walked over to Damon looked him in the eyes and said "Oh Yea I Can Handle It I'm Not Going Anywhere". So now what? Your really sure ? Yes Yes!! What do I have to do to convince you? Damon said here let me show you and ripped her thight white tee shirt off and pulled down. Let come back to story, which is a real life experience.This happened when I was in a teen. In my class I had this lovely girl called Amina (I am sorry that I am posting it without your permission as I lost all the contact with you dear) usual day, usual class, as I had love birds in my home, I used to bring the feathers of them to school and there me and Amina became very close. Which made us both sit together in our classes.We used to talk a lot touch each other a lot to.Days passed one day. "Ah! Our transportation is here!" I said.Our ride most closely resembled those little tourist water buses that they use in places like the River Walk in San Antonio, or large water parks. There were rows of seats along the sides and a large open area in the middle. The big difference was that where the waterline might mark the part of the craft that was below the surface, this craft simply ended. Below that line was 4 inches of nothing but empty air. The other difference was that there was no.