What a lousy fuck, I think. I can’t blame the guy, though. I’m his first boy, his second sexual partner altogether. He was only sixteen, I, the...fourteen year old brother-fucker turned slut. +/+/+/+/+/+Marilyn Manson Concert. 9:30 Club. Bathroom. I make direct eye-contact while I wait in line for the bathroom. I suck on my forefinger. It has two coats of hot pink nail polish on it. I ask him for his name.“Nathan (Ethan?), what’s yours?”“Seth. But you can call me baby. Do you like me? . I was rewarded with the gift to see all that goes on her life. Oh at first I was like any other man that read her stuff online, but when she stopped coming online, stopped giving us new installments, they fell off, but I never gave up. Sure for a while I tried to be content with reading the same stuff over and over. I memorized most of it, especially the letters from Raven- thats her best work, but I became hungry for her. I missed her so much, I needed her- so I found her and when she moved, I. ”“That’s true, you’re not,” said Dad.“But that doesn’t mean you have to stop getting cuddles and hanging onto Dad like you did last night,” I added.“I don’t think I’d want to do that in front of my friends,” said Bonnie.I nodded. “Peer pressure can be a terrible thing. It can make us do things that we don’t want to do, or it can make us miss out on things we do want to do because of worrying what our friends will think. The funny thing about that is our friends are sometimes thinking exactly. Then he turned to the redhead who’d been hanging off of his arm when we walked in. “Brad, Marissa this is Kaitlyn,” said Tony. The two women nodded to each other.As I said earlier, Kaitlyn was fantastic. Did I mention her knockers? Like wow! Long red hair, green eyes, red pouty lips, and when she held out her hand, long thin fingers.“Pleased to meet you Bradley,” Kaitlyn breathed huskily. How did she know my full name was Bradley? I didn’t usually like to be called Bradley. When she said it, it.