“I can’t get into it now. I’m fine; nothing’s wrong. I will explain everything when you get here. I gotta go.”I hung up to avoid the convers...tion continuing, and slid the phone back into my pocket.I couldn’t seem to lift my left arm to put around the crying man next to me, so I reached across with my right hand and placed it on his forearm.“Hey, are you OK?” I asked.He gave a shrug, still looking at his hands. I removed my hand from his arm and placed it on his back as he silently cried. We sat. The next morning, before school, but after Poppa left for work, my mother sat Kate and I down and told us what she and Poppa had decided. Kate wasn't to have anything to do with boys until she turned fourteen years old. Mom said that was final, and she would back Poppa up on it 100%. Kate started in, right away, protesting about how unfair and unreasonable it was for her. She told my mother that she wasn't going to obey something so unjust."Go to your room and pack your things then Katinka. I. . Had it worked?"But... I can't be out of work for a month... What about rent? And Imean... Clothes?"Holy fuck... His hungover mind was actually starting to consider this."Come on Jordan, what are friends for? You think I won't be here for you?I don't care about rent or some clothes. I care about you."The confusion, emotion, and hangover finally got to him. He began to saysomething but stopped, his mouth just opening and closing silently. Imade my move, I was overwhelming him! This was. One hell of a first date, huh?She was pudgy-we’ll call it the freshman 25-had red hair (think Isla Fisher-the virgin clinger from Wedding Crashers), amazing 36D tits, big, light colored nipples, and green eyes. Though there were quite a few girls in my classes at school, there was one huge difference between them and my ex; my ex was willing to fuck me 3 hours after meeting me. We’d fuck in her parents’ house while they were in the next room watching TV, we’d do it in my car, in the shower, in.