I started sawing again, more slowly than I needed to, fully aware that would prolong the cut, not to mention sending stronger vibrations through the w...od.I looked up at Alyssa a couple of times, unconcerned that my cut might waver off track slightly for lack of attention. Her eyes were closed again, and this time she was gripping the front of her skirt with both hands, kneading it like a kitten. A couple of times, she lifted the skirt right up, just for a second, but long enough for me to. She’d clung on to it with the romantic notion that she would save her virtue for someone special. She’d always thought that she would take things slowly. That the person to deflower her would fall in love with her.She’d dreamt of a romantic trip to the Eiffel Tower and making gentle love in some posh Parisian hotel.Instead, she was in her sister's bedroom, surrounded by a fug of smoke mixed with vile smelling air freshener and a naked man who looked like he could do her some serious. } I laid there for almost an hour and a half, at my estimate, before my father got up and went in the house. It was just as well, all better to legitimize my “Hanging out with Jeff” story. I walked in through the garage, skateboard in hand, {In front of my boner actually} The hour and a half that I laid in that flowerbed should have been spent trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong with me…what I was doing…but instead was spent flowerbed-dreaming about my mom. I came in through the. So I waited for her to go there. But, unfortunately, her sister or her brother was bringing the plates.Meanwhile, I continued with my eye-game and sharing smiles. I was waiting for her to go there. Finally, my wait was over when she went to the desserts counter. I immediately followed her and when she was busy in her desserts, I went from her back and close to her ears. Her body odour mesmerizing.I whispered in her ears, “I am waiting for you in the washroom, come there after 5 minutes. Let’s.