I can't bear the thought of him sleeping alone with his nightmares. His screaming ... I don't know if I can take another night of that. How can I stay...home? Maybe I should go back to my parents this week. Say it was a family emergency. No! I can't lie to them. I need to be here for him. Maybe Tricia will let up on him in a couple days.No. She won't. I know her. I feel so trapped.She surfaced again, took a deep breath and twisted, trying to recreate the stomach-churn of a tight banked turn, but. All dressed up and nowhere to go in a small southern town. I peeked out my window and could see that the place looked pretty dead. No lights were on in the guest rooms; no cars on the street, nothing going on at all. Here I was, in platform shoes and a mini dress, face made up, and a very wet g-string from being horny and tucked for hours. I locked the room and strolled around the parking lot, then across a grassy area to where the highway bordered the motel grounds. I walked along the guard. Then Amy surprised me.She took my hand from her breast and whispered, "stop." What's wrong, babe?" I asked. Amy just smiled and kissed my hand."This is what you really want," she winked as she spoke. Amy moved my hand from her mouth, over her breasts and stomach, lifted her skirt and put my hand on her cotton knickers.I'd always had her figured as a dirty girl, but a girl who didn't know she was dirty yet. Clearly I was wrong and Amy knew just how dirty she was, I wouldn't have wasted so much. It was a drinking, dancing, and sex party but I didn’t know that at first.By the way I’m Peggy Sue. As I said before I recently turned thirteen. Finally I’m a teenager. I’m quite average for a thirteen-year-old at four feet nine inches tall and eight-five pounds other than that I have very little in common with other thirteen-year-old girls. I wear an A-cup bra, get straight A’s in school, and I play the violin quite well too. I have also been told that I am cute.Anyway the rest of the seniors.