I want to tell her how strong I think she is for having survived that and still be able to live her life without hiding away somewhere and never going...outside, how strong or brave, or maybe even crazy, she is for still being able to approach and talk to strangers then spend the day with them like she had with me. Most of all I want to tell her that the scar doesn’t make her ugly like she seems to think it does but actually makes her more beautiful because it shows how strong she is, that. “I am great.”“I bet you are.” He said as we both heard Drell turn the shower on.“That was amazing.” I laughed.“I need to get home.” Darren said.“Speaking of….” I willed myself up, wrapped up in the sheet.“What happened with you and Leah?” I walked over to him.“What do you mean?”“Don’t play me.” “She gave me head.” He admitted.“Really?” “Yes, she whispered in my ear that she would suck my dick, I just decided ‘why not’?”I nodded, pouring some water.“One of my best friends.” I commented while. The 14 year-old girl was trying to grab hold of a dream that was fading and vanishing from her consciousness even as she grasped it by it's tail of anxiety and pleasure.That's what was so confusing about her recurring dream. It shocked her but, as she could recall not a single detail, all she was left with was a sense of dread, shame, shock and OMG what pleasure too. It was like waking from a roller coaster where every uplifting motion built up anticipation of a thrilling down ride. And each. ..Two weeks after our last date I was on the road to her school, Mountain State University. It was mostly a teacher factory, with a little engineering and fairly decent chemistry department.I took some vacation time, Thursday through Tuesday. Thursday I cleaned and shined the bike, got my hair trimmed to look a little more presentable, and packed my saddlebags.Friday I was on the road at seven.CeCe had mentioned before that her last class was at one on Friday, and she was usually back at the.