Wrestling of tongues. Hot breath. You gently bit into my lower lip and sucked on it like on a tit. I groaned. This cannot be true - I 'm not 15! And t...en with a woman!You let go of my mouth, hugging me fiercely. Your mouth moved down to my neck, leaving behind 1.000 kisses, and back up again to my ear. You gently nibbled on my earlobe, I heard, I felt your hot breath, so close. I suddenly got goose bumps on my arms and back as on a cold winter day. When you stuck your tongue into my ear. "Mom turned toward me and asked, "What do you want to do? I think youshould do it, and your father apparently doesn't like the idea, so thedecision is yours."I thought about what Mom was asking. I'm only twelve years old andshe's asking me to make an adult decision that will affect me for therest of my life. Should I do it? Why not? Well maybe because I couldn'tfight anymore, but its not like I live to kick someone's ass. The onlyreason I fight is to protest myself, It was fun, and to be honest. " Okay." Bye." Bye, Amy--"I hung up because I had this feeling Patrick wanted to say more and Icouldn't let him. I lay there for a little while next to the hated phoneand my headphones. I didn't actually cry after that. I mean, it was themost horrible sensation, just like I was nothing more than a ripe melonand Patrick had taken a big wooden spoon and scooped me all out. And Ialso felt like the worst person in the world. Crying might have filledme up again. But there had been just those. She felt totally comfortable with him, but she also could tell there was a steel resolve about him.Alice noticed his bowl was empty and asked if he wanted more. Jake was still hungry, but he didn't want to appear greedy. Somehow, she could see in his face he was still hungry and she picked up his bowl, went to the stove and scooped up another helping. Without asking, she went to an open door at the back of the kitchen and he could hear her going down a set of steps. She disappeared for a few.