The girls had to spread their legs somewhat to keep their balance and keep from tipping over.They were sobbing at the open display of their naked bodi...s, knowing anybody in town could easily drive by at any minute. There were always a couple of trucks of boys; cruising the park looking for girls doing the same thing. Gabe was enjoying their humiliation. Not satisfied with what he had done, he stopped the swings and taped their ankles above their heads to the supporting chains.The girls were now. I don’t want to be put in the position of being tempted to cheat.” “Of course not. I understand,” he says. “So, what do we do? I don’t want to break up.” “I don’t know, Kyle,” I sigh. “I don’t see much alternative, do you?” He thinks for a moment, stroking my hair with one hand, watching his index finger trace patterns on my shoulder. “Here’s what I propose,” he says. “No commitment between us. You are free to date whoever you want, and I will too.” My heart feels like it’s being ripped from my. Like for instance, when we were exploring up in the attic one day and we found this really cool old Grandfather clock. It was tall and ornate, but it had been up there where the humidity changed all the time, and it got cold in the winter and blazing hot in the summer. So all the glue joints had popped and the thing was falling apart.We asked Aunt Paula about it and she said that her father had made it when he was a boy - his father was a carpenter - and she remembered it chiming loudly in the. ”She looked at a register on the desk in front of her, running her finger down a column of names.“Ah yes,” she said at last, “Calista Warner, second floor, room eight. Is she expecting you?”“No,” I replied, “I’m her boyfriend, I’ve been in California working for the summer. I finished a week early so I thought that instead of going home, I’d come over here and surprise her.”“That is romantic,” she said, “what were you doing in California?”“Acting in a film, my first” I replied.“Oh,” she.