He handed me three one hundred dollar bills. I stashed the wad of cash into the pocket of my jacket and pulled out two little foil condom packages.Fra...k grimaced. "Can't we pass on those?"I stared at him like he was an alien. "You expect me to fuck the two of you without protection."He shrugged his big shoulders. "I had hoped so." Another fifty each and I'll forgot about it this time."Frank sighed in resignation and pulled another two fifties from his wallet. Nice of him to step up and pay the. Mmmmmmm."She pushs me back and lets me sit on the steps, I lean back and She smiles at me, looking into my dark eyes. She pushs my knees together, straddles my lap. She takes my hands and places them on her hips as she runs her fingers through my hair. Kissing my chin softly and then my cheek, gently brushing against my skin with her lips, laying the gentlest kisses on my eyelids and moving down to trace my lips with her tongue. She can taste her wetness on my lips as I kiss her back. Her hands. "I don't have many different partners. After my first time, it was almost a year before I did it again. I dated that girl for another year – until I cheated on her with the first girl again. I told Sandra about it – that was the girl from home – and she dumped me. I met another girl a few months later and we hung out together, dating but nothing serious, you know, until I came out here."My freshman year I didn't date much but I hooked up with a girl and we would get together at least two or. I fumbled for the toilet seat, lifted it, undid my jeans, and pushed them down. Steadying myself on the wall, I sat, and let flow.My pee smelled and stung. I peed a lot. Dehydration. Drink water dummy.And then I was like, Why? I was supposed to be dead. Peace and quiet and dead. Why couldn't I be dead? I couldn't even kill myself successfully, not even with pills and a bridge to jump off of. Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. I felt tears tickle the corners of my eyes. I didn't want to cry. I didn't want.