Picking up her coffee, she went outside to sit on the balcony. She sat down in a chair next to a deck table, crossing a leg over the other slowly. It ...eemed like a beautiful fall morning.The sun was out so it wasn't too bad; nice enough to go around in shorts still. Karly put her cigarette down in the ashtray next to her and took a sip of her coffee; the coffee wet her, moist, pouty, pinkish lips. She pushed them together, letting her tongue run across her bottom lip.She was not aware that the. “Go on,” she said.“I met an Orthodox girl from Pittsburgh, and we hit it off pretty well. We’re exploring a possible future together. I’m also going to start courting a girl at church.”“What happened to,” she flipped through her notes, “Maggie?”“No spark,” I replied. “Or rather, the spark died during the enforced year apart, thanks to her dad. Not to mention she’s not Orthodox and I concluded I pretty much need to marry someone who was born into the church. Angie would be the exception, except. ? There really wasnothing I could do.? But just to set therecord straight, I only ever used the handcuffs that ONE time, even though itdid turn me on.? Hopefully she wouldn'tdo anything too bad to me, though.?"Okay, okay.? What do youwant me to do then?" ????? She smiled.? Great, she must have already thought itout.? ????? "Well, first, instead of wearing thatshirt to school today, you're going to wear this one."? She pulled a shear white, really low-cutshirt from my closet.? Ugh.? I can't. .. she was sweet... and loving. And... and... Then it hit me. The realization and the rage all at once.I threw the blankets off and blasted down the hall at full speed. I didn't even knock. I threw her door open in rage for the second time this month. Jenn was laying on her bed, reading some bullshit teen magazine. Probably reading something about "How to get your way by being a bitch".I shut the door behind me, barely able to contain myself enough not to slam it.Jenn looked up startled, ready.