"People will think you're a slut."She pulled a skimpy red bikini top from the pocket of her wrap and held itout to her. When the girl made no move to ...ake it, Carol simply wrapped itaround her chest and fastened the straps behind her back and neck with neatbows. "There, now you look presentable - so cute and young ... and feminine!"Now her voice took on a cruel edge. "How do you feel, CARL?!"At the sound of the male name, the girl seemed to come out of her trance."Carol? You know me? What are. I wish we didn't have to do this my love, but as much as I hate it I can see where you feel you must do it. I really think you should give some thought to having your tubes tied when they do the procedure so we won't have to worry about this happening again."Trace thoughtfully included the clinic's phone number so Mad could call them if she decided to have her tubes tied. It didn't take a genius to figure out just what the "procedure" was that he referenced in the letter - Madeline was. I didn't really care because he said all the right things and I really liked him. We had a lot of long conversations and we even did the cyber thing. I was a good student and I had good parents. They were not mean or anything but they did watch over me and gave me a curfew. My parents expected a lot from me. I never went to parties or did drugs, the only real experimenting I did was with Lucas. I never told my friends about Lucas and especially not my parents. Eventually I wanted to meet this. Only the reflection of the city lights illuminate the room. He lies sprawled on the bed, sleepless, staring out the window trying to find that place within oneself that brings the dreams.She appears at the door like a ghost, wrapped in a towel, without a sigh or murmur, her body still wet from the shower.The man turns in the bed to look at her, memories of their arrival at the room invade his mind; the nervousness, the first touch, the first kiss and then the burst of passion. The memory of his.