‘What about me? I learned a few years ago that my writing suffers tremendously when I’m happy and in a relationship and things are stable. But I�...m like you: I want to have fun, take girls out, have awesome sex.’ ‘Sounds like we’re on the same page. You’re not just saying that because you want to fuck me, are you?’ she asked, sliding her leg over his thigh. He looked her in her eyes. ‘Maybe,’ he said, ‘but I’ll never tie you down.’ ‘And you won’t get jealous if I go out with other boys, or. The return journey that night was exactly the same as the previous day with the boy getting on the bus and nodding, smiling and mouthing ‘hi’ again without sitting anywhere near me, although the seat in front was empty. I mirrored his greeting much to Hazel’s amusement. This time I got off the bus before him and made my way home never more than 10 feet in front of him, knowing that he was staring at my legs as I teetered along the uneven path on my platform shoes and with my school skirt. I assumed it was for summer use given its cantilevered roof, and lack of doors and windows. His snoring disappeared as soon as I turned the corner onto the wooden walkways lining the open air store fronts.It was muggy and my jeans were sticking to me for more than one reason, and in more than one place. I did not want to scare the locals on the walkways to see me pulling my soaked panties out of my hungry crotch. Instead, I entered The Candle Shoppe, found a secluded corner, and did what I. So gentle. Not like most boys his age at all. Was that his Mother's influence or was it really his nature? She had seen him sitting on his bike, over under the trees for the last few weekends. A quick scan showed no evil intent. He wasn't a lecher or a potential car burglar, so she had left him alone to watch the stream of people coming in and out.Ted had watched the place for several weekends. Many women and a few men and boys went in, but only women and girls came out. Slowly he had begun to.