Yet, even as these thoughts completed their usualcourse, rounding through my head, I found my feetwalking. My hand moved itself upon the handle of myr...om, which I had never had any "company" in. Thethought that I was nearly 30 and in fact had neverhad any "company" hit me smack in the face. I wassad, but I kept going, each step a journey in itself,my feet each hitting the un-vacuumed carpet, leavinga small "puff" of dust smoke behind as the foot waslifted up. Slowly, I reached the door, out of. You're still beautiful." Hecasually sneaks over the seat next to hers and places his arm around her."Why don't we go out tonight? You could meet me at my place around 7,wear something sexy, and we'll forget about this whole mess." You know what? Here's what I think of that!" Megan says, shoving acandle into is hand. Angrily she grabs her books, and storms out of thecoffee shop."What?!" was all the young boy could manage, throwing his arms into theair. Once she was out the door, he looked own at. “It always is. Every time, even if I don’t come.”“So the other kids in our group know about you. Did they start having sex then, too?” Vern wanted to know.“No. No, they didn’t,” Patti answered. “And they didn’t know about us then, either. And we haven’t played Truth or Dare since then. I guess we didn’t want things to get out of hand.”“How did they find out?” Maria wanted to know.“Sally sort of guessed this week,” Patti responded. “We got busted.” She giggled at the memory of that Monday. I like sex too, at least what you and I've done and that's my only experience, but I can see what you mean about having other interests."I nodded and grinned as I listened to my brother, but I also thought about what he had said about wanting a girlfriend. I wondered if he was looking or if he had someone in mind. Suddenly I felt the pangs of jealousy for a girl that may not even exist. I was just about to ask my brother if he liked a girl when I felt his fingers stroke my hair.I laid my head.