."The man laughed. "Sure, sure ya are," the man replied. "An' I bet ya got ID to prove that, now don't ya?"Amy's shoulders slumped. He'd called her bl...ff, despite the woman's assurances. "No," she answered meekly."Come on, Terry, don't give the girl a hard ti-," the woman began to say in Amy's defense before he interrupted her."Shuddup, woman! I ain't gonna sell to no minor! You know how much shit I'd get in? This girl here, she don't look a day over 14."So what is it, girl?" the man asked her. If I'd been asked ten minutes previous to that moment what my reaction would have been to her actions I would have said without a doubt I'd have grabbed her and shown her just how much I loved her. But she was drunk and she'd just had a bust-up with her boyfriend. She was vulnerable and all of a sudden I found that I was the one feeling reluctant. It shouldn't happen in those circumstances. She was too precious to me to take advantage like that. But then I looked into her deep green eyes. And I. “Sit down at the kitchen table,” he commanded.After placing my shoulder bag next to the chair he ushered me to, my olfactory senses went into overdrive with the smell of cooking food. It smelt like meat and I couldn’t remember the last time I had tasted that delicacy. I began frantically swallowing my spit as my mouth started to drool, as my entire body trembled in anticipation. When the plate was put before me I had to restrain myself as never before, from simply sticking my head directly into. She put me down on my bed and the feel of the sheets on my naked body made me even more relaxed than I already was. “Now stay in here for awhile. I have to go do something,” Sarah told me, “but here you go; just in case you get bored.” She left me a different magazine to look through, which almost made jump out of bed wide eyed; I grabbed the magazine and started looking through it. I can’t remember what it was, I just remember the girls were even more beautiful than the magazine Sarah and I.