I looked up into her eyes.I'm sorry Momma, I'm not the good girl you think I am. I handed her theclipboard and turned away from her, waiting for her s...orn.It didn't come, instead she wrapped her arms around me tight, rockinggently. Baby, you aren't a bad girl. You were curious, like any othergirl your age.If wasn't a bad girl, why didn't he settle for the blow jobs? Whycouldn't he wait for me to be ready to go farther?Because honey, he didn't love you. All he wanted was sex. If he caredfor you. Whatever it takes to keep you safe, I'll make sure that it happens."He felt an overpowering desire to protect her and he wanted to do crywhen he thought that she could be hurt, simply because she had seensomething by accident.She looked up at him again and said, "Rob...They want us to go into hidingfor a while so that they can keep me safe and while they can catch him.Please Rob! I'm so scared." She hugged herself to him and shivered.Rob was unable to see her self-satisfied smile, knowing. All was going smoothly, we worked well as a team, moving things in an orderly fashion, though often bumping into each other in the confined space. We laughed and visited as we proceeded, and at some point she said “damn, my tits are about to freeze in here”. I turned to see her smiling face and looked down to notice that her nipples were as hard as small stones under her t-shirt, braless, as was her usual manner of dress. I said “I can help with that” and laid my hands on her breasts to warm. This wasn't Maggie using sex to get love. I wasn't that pathetic, OK? My Dad loved me, my brothers loved me, my friends loved me. I was lonely in a certain way, true. But that's not what my promiscuity was all about. I had a lot of sex because I genuinely liked sex. And I mean that in a purely physical way. Orgasms rule, that's all there is to it. And I liked the feeling of being filled up by a guy.But, yeah, it was a way for me to also maintain control, and I knew it-especially the.