I'm amazed with their color, studying the shape your eyelids create around them, the way your lashes protrude from the edges, how no one else could ma...e these features as feminine and tender as you do.I move my gaze down, tracing around your lips with it, looking across your left cheek, along your jawline, towards your ear. Using my eyes to caress your neck, to “feel” every freckle I see as I scan your shoulder. My lips part slightly at the sight of your shoulder. I lean forward, getting my. I’m Cindee.” “I know,” I said, smiling stupidly. “I’m Janice. Janice Lowerman.” “Nice to meet you,” Cindee said, shaking my hand. “Want something to drink?” “Um, sure,” I said, and within seconds I was holding a flute of champagne. I took a sip. “Did you like the show?” Cindee asked. I nodded. “It was amazing!” I gushed. “You were really great!” Cindee shrugged. “I was okay. My techs missed some of the lighting cues, and I’m still having trouble dancing and singing at the same time.” “Well, I. She was big — not obese or anything, but rounded seemingly everywhere. Her black hair was tied back in a ponytail."Hey John," said Andrea. "Anything going on?" Nothing, really." It was what I always said, and it was always true. "Just out here supporting George's band, I guess. And getting hammered."Andrea nodded. "That's cool. This is Donna. Friend of the family and shit." Nice to meet you ... John, right?" I nodded and shook her clammy hand. "You know someone in this band?"I shrugged.. It just happened.”Phoebe stood up and went to the kitchen. When she came back she had a glass of orange juice. Her brow was furrowed. When she sat down she looked at me for a few seconds.“I didn’t intend to lose my virginity when it happened, either,” she said. “A boy named Rodney did, though. Intend to do it, I mean. I thought we were just fooling around, but he got ... aggressive.”“Shit,” I said, softly. “He raped you?”“I can’t honestly say it was rape. I didn’t want him to do it, but I also.