" as he leaves and takes a any money that I have in my drawers or on the night stand. Sometimes I wish we would hug after or cuddle, but he's no... that type. He wants me to get a band tattoo,but I'm too young, and don't have the money for it. I guess I could ask mom, say I need it for school, Idon't think she would give me money for a tattoo. I wake up cramping, the towel that I slept with between my legs covered in blood. I walk holding my pelvis tothe bathroom my face cover with old. Tracey stared at him in amazement, surely he was joking, the idea of getting into the trunk was absurd, apart from the sheer ridiculousness of it the car was pretty old and dirty and the trunk appeared to be something of a black hole staring up at her.'No it's okay,? John smiled a the driver,?this girl is no slave girl.? he said pointing at Tracey.?No girl allowed in car,? the driver replied angrily,?no matter if not slave?John shot Tracey an apologetic look and almost a shrug of the shoulders. I'm small everywhere except my nipples. They're huge! God must've gotten a laugh when he put those on me. I hated them when I was really young but I deal with them just fine now. When I first started to develop, those were the first things to really start to grow and grow they did. It took another year for my breasts to play catch up. It seemed like forever that I was totally flat-chested with these huge nipples. It was embarrassing!One time, this group of boys caught me on the path in the. ..She's so lost, she doesn't notice him advancing until it's too late. He gets in her face, shielding her body from the street with his own as he backs her against the brick wall. The long fingers of one hand tangle in the loose waves of blonde hair floating over her shoulders forcing her to look at him; the other flexes against the wall to support his weight. His mouth hovers mere centimeters from hers."Are you out of your damn mind?" he asks sharply, concern and the need to protect creeping.