I then pushed her onto her stomach, preparing to tie her hands behind her when he jerked awake. I threw all my weight on her and slapped my hand on he... mouth. Shhh… I whispered in her ear. You behave yourself, and you dont get hurt. Just do what youre told. Nod if you understand. Sobbing silently, I felt her nod. I have a knife in my bag I sharpened just for you. If you scream, Im going to slit your fuckin throat. I promise I will. She continued to cry. Its okay to cry. Just dont fuckin scream.. Marilee’s phone rang and she answered it and then said she needed to run something over to her other daughter at a friend’s house and asked if I would run to the store with Katlynn. She gave Katlynn her debit card for the purchase. Marilee left and Katlynn and I got in my truck and drove to Home Depot and purchased the fertilizer and were on our way back to the house when she said, “I saw you fucking my mom.” I could feel my mouth drop and I said nothing. She went on to say, “It’s ok. I only. This obsession was shared with the boys in my school who tirelessly sought to see and touch them. Visits to the cinema was the chosen line of attack. It was there I discovered that not all boys are the same and engaged in what can only be described as mutual exploration.I didn’t have a regular boyfriend although a few thought they were.It started with kissing and I was amazed that something so simple could 1) increase your heartbeat (we checked) 2) make you breathless and 3) make you feel. I knew the time had come. I strode across the floor, seeing only her in that mass of bodies. Standing next to her, I swallowed hard and forced the words out of my mouth. ‘Can I buy you a drink?’ ‘No,’ she answered curtly, looking me up and down. For a moment I felt deflated. Maybe I should have gone home. ‘You can dance with me,’ she continued. Her friends looked me over and must have decided that I was OK because they didn’t whisk her away to the bathroom or to another part of the dance.