“Don’t be. I promise I’m not like him. I’ll never be like him.”There was now only one thing stopping us, stopping me, from taking this from ...his dusky, wet cliff top back to the hotel room up the street; my psychotic ex boyfriend. The guy who had scarred my so badly eight years ago, it had taken until tonight to even let Jamie hold me close, to finally let his gentle touch caress my arms down to my palms, to let him entwine his fingers round mine. “It will be fine. I promise.”Dropping his hand. I helped him pull off my spandex turtleneck. He stopped and I saw that he was looking at me in my bandeau bra, a strange expression on his face.“I’m sorry I’m not –” I began, thinking of the many boys who had made fun of my small breasts.“The beauty of a woman, the innocence of a child,” he breathed.He cupped my breasts through my bra. I was glad I was not wearing a sports bra, for I felt his hands through the thin material. He teased my nipples and they stiffened and stood out, poking through. ‘I won’t honey.’ Brent cooed while looking back into her scared eyes. Brent saw the fear in her eyes and every part of his soul wanted to make her understand why he was doing this. He wasn’t in the Army for kicks or because he was a super patriot. He was in it for them. It was a good job when that commodity was in a very short supply. Brent knew that without what he made and the great benefits he got their lives would be much harder than it was. He set down his pack and walked into his shaking. Because you lost your real parents, and you were tricked by your adopted uncle, and I think you'd be a great fu... " Suzi paused to stomp on my hand, "a great friend to someone." Who?" Er, you have to wait. I'm not going to tell your future too. That costs extra," Suzi said as she put her bra and shirt back on."You mean I have to pay for this?" No. Although I'm starting to wish I was getting paid," she said looking at me. But then she turned to Mellie's chubby face and said, "Take your stuff to.