Instead of addressing the real problem of her obesity, if she wouldn’t be deemed so crazy, but for a handheld mirror to do her hair and makeup, she�...�d paint all of her mirrors black, as bleakly dark as her foul mood. Soon it would be summer, a time of invitations to the beach, outdoor concerts, barbeques, and pool parties. Soon it would be hot, really hot, and too hot to walk around in dark, oversized clothes. She hated invitations. She hated being invited anywhere. She hated having to say no to. ’ He turns to the door and opens it, picks up his worn duffel bag and strides out to his dusty pick-up. Boots clatter down the walk. I watch him open the door to the truck and throw his duffel in the passenger seat. He shuts the door and walks around to the driver’s door. Opening the door, he looks up one final time and sends a wink my way along with a very wicked grin. ‘Blow me a kiss, sugar!’ Leaning in the door jam, I blow him his kiss and wave my hand. He doesn’t see the lone tear sliding. I dont know whether at this age, we equated what we were doing to fucking, but before long, we knew where this activity was leading. After all, there was only one more small step. I think both of us were afraid to suggest it, but one night, as we were a few minutes into our nightly activity, Bert said, Stacy? Yes… He didnt say anything. Yes, I repeated. After another silence, he said, I want to put it in. I had been wanting the same thing, and without responding, I reached down between my. Don’t get into any trouble," his mother said.Missy was at the door, giggling with her mom, pulling me into the house. “Jimmy! Your friend is here! He’s coming upstairs with me.”We went up the stairs. As I walked into her room, I realized how much she was really into this. Her makeup kit was out on her desk, she had a variety of clothes spread out on the bed, and many of her bras and panties lying out for me. I literally stopped just inside the door of her room to take this all in. Jimmy came up.