Her sexuality seemed to cause her many personal issues and dilemmas. Despite her attraction to me, she was afraid that her parents would not approve. ...o over time we became friends instead of lovers. But I could tell my sex tales became more and more distressing. Admittedly I knew the effect they had on her. I loved how she would cross and uncross her legs as I could imagine her lust becoming an uncomfortable dampness between her thighs. I wanted her so bad! But I had to be careful and patient. "I'm not mad at you for anything. If you want to go to the dance, it's all right with me. I hope you have yourself a good time." I was jealous a little, but mostly I just didn't think people should want to be having fun when my sister was so darned unhappy. We didn't hang around that much in school that day, maybe because neither of us wanted to start fighting with each other. Frank Tierney talked to me in the afternoon, before school let out, asking me whether I was mad at him over the thing. She is suddenly aware again of where they are, and feeling no want of censure, is incapable of disentangling herself from his arms. As if reading her thoughts however, he carefully releases his hold and clasps her hand, pulling her urgently through the crowd toward the room he had prepared for their rendezvous. She floats behind him, every pore tingling with anticipation of what must be. They stumble through the thick curtains into a disused cloakroom, the only sound, their ragged breathing. Wendy gasped as everyone shouted "Happy Birthday" upon her arrival.Tina and Angela came forward to take Wendy's hands and lead her to the table. Once she was seated each placed a kiss on her cheeks as Tristan pulled the covering from the cake it covered. The cake was in the shape of a bunny's head and Wendy laughed at it as Eddie pulled out a camera to snap a few quick pictures. Moments later eighteen candles merrily burned for a moment as we serenaded Wendy with the traditional song and.