.. and honestly, it was pretty impressive that he thought a cheap little tramp like me was worth looking at.“Okay,” he grunted, and I was on my kn...es in front of him before he’d even finished unbuckling his belt.To my surprise, he picked me up (by the hair - ow!) and threw me back on the couch. Before I could even say anything, he was laying on top of me, his weight trapping me on the couch.I just lay there, stunned, as his tongue pushed into my mouth. I could smell the alcohol on his breath,. "So did you get laid or heartbroken that other night?" she askedlaughing. "Didn't you have some hot date or something?" Um...no." I didn't know what to say to this. Do I get laid a lot...alittle...do I joke about 'getting laid.' But who did I meet? Was itme? My normal self. My male self?I didn't know what to say. I wanted to ask her where I went. That's when I saw the cigarettes on the end of the counter. There wasthat flash of recognition again, like when I'd heard my mom's voice. What the hell, I sleep for a littlewhile and my kids play a joke on me. But then I noticed that someone hadchanged my bathing suit. Instead of my normal board shorts, I had aspeedo on. I haven't worn one of those since I was on the swim team incollege. I looked at the suit harder and realized it wasn't a speedo,but rather it was a woman's bikini bottom. My hands moved to my waist tosee if the bikini was real. When I moved my hands, they left trailsthrough the air. And my fingernails where. Before my mouth blurted out what I wanted to do to him, he spoke. I couldnt concentrate in school. I thought about you all day. Your green eyes and that beautiful raven hair&hellip, he stated, and somewhat let his words drift. Having that small moment to gather my thoughts and keep the obscene things where they should stay, I finally spoke. Sorry about this morning. I do talk, Im Kelly. Not going to lie I thought about you while we were apart too. Can I maybe walk you home? he asked as he.