"She squeezed both my nipples between her fingers, twisting them gently. As they are sensitive, I let out an involuntary moan. She smiled as she looke... into my eyes:"Tell me, baby, is this your first time ever?"Yes!" I squealed out with a powerful sense of relief."I thought so. It's ok, just relax and let me take care of you."This beautiful angel then leaned down and kissed my mouth, sliding her tongue in, rubbing it against mine. All my fears evaporated. The tension drained out of me. I felt. I pretended to be completely over my snit of the night before and she pretended to believe me.But underneath there was still a lot of tension. The more I thought about it, the more my comparison with computer RAM made sense. I mean, could this really be the first time in human history that somebody'd been bad hurt and their minds had strayed away from their injured bodies? If it wasn't, though, how come nobody'd ever talked about it before once they recovered? Maybe, just maybe, they hadn't. Her soft hair was plaited and rolled up onto the back of her head. She looked happy and perhaps a stone heavier than the last time I had seen her.I sat beside her and she jumped. "Whoa," she squealed, "what're you doing!" Uppity for a slave," I whispered in her ear, and she screeched, leaning back to look at me and then throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me enthusiastically and for some time.I saw the boys watching us, dumbfounded, jealous, surprised, as I pushed her away, turned her. “Can I help you!?” The teenagers started at the un- expected voice. Until then, the only sounds in the store had been undefined murmuring and other muffled noises. Suddenly a wizened little man was standing behind them, an accusing look on his wrinkled face. Natalie screwed up her nerve and said: “No thanks, mister. We’re just looking.” She was a little disconcerted to hear her voice sound- ing so small and childlike when she had intended it to resonate with adult.