Then he shut, locked the door and took her by her shoulders pressing her against the wall. He pressed against her his mouth next to her ear, “Welcom... my sweet”, he whispered in her ear as his right hand went up under her skirt. She was embarrassed that he could actually feel her hard and wetness and when he looked into his eyes she could see that he knew she was his to use. Smiling he stepped away from her telling her to stay there until he sat in his chair, then she was to walk over to him. "You can look for him after supper." I'm not hungry," I said unhappily and I had a fifty-fifty chance of getting dragged into the house or..."Suit yourself," Mom sighed. "I'm going to eat while dinner's still warm." Licorice!" I yelled as the door closed, kind of singing his name and grateful Mom had decided to let me suffer a cold dinner later.My stupid boyfriend had run off, probably because he was mad at me. I'd told Lick about the thing after school. We were getting ready for the Virgin. I guess I couldn't blame her. The cabbie horn beeped outside as I stood in the foyer, "Mom, I'm leaving," I yelled, with no response from her, I felt a little sad. I walked out of the house, got in the cab and headed to the airport to fly to Maine. The plane ride was uncomfortable, but short, just a couple of hours. I stepped off the plane into the terminal looking for a man I probably wouldn't recognize. But as I walked into the crowd off to my left I spotted a six foot tall man, 40's, dark. I said trembling, my face was so hot that I felt I could melt with shame. So thats the problem? You dont have to worry, Sammy. Just tell me where is your school. He said starting the car. He just acted like it was nothing. And I trusted him. Soon I just let it go and pointed the path to my school and we started chatting for the first time – in my head that stoned conversation didnt count. I made really interesting discoveries. Owen was 36 years old, twenty older than me… And used to be a stunt.