Then we move closer, and start to grind against each other, our hands on one another. She's warm and firm and I can feel her muscles playing under her...clothes, her skin is dewy. I can smell her, it's good. Her hands slide over my back, down over my ass, and mine are in the small of her back, pressing her hips against mine. She nips at my ear, and whispers, "come on", and leads me by the hand out the back door. There's a warm rain coming down outside, we can vaguely hear but not see other people. I didn't even want to. But whatever it is inside of me made me do it. I couldn't resist. And afterwards, I felt ashamed of what I had done. I couldn't even bear to look at either of you."She stood up, looking down at me. I could feel her eyes staring at me. She stood there silently for a long time, simply regarding me."I believe you," she finally said. "I believe that there is something inside of you that is making you do these things. I don't know if it's your power controlling me, making me. And then he realized that if a teenager ought to know every aspect of life, it wasn’t about technical or book knowledge; it is the experience that matters. So he decided his lack of practical view on some things must be corrected. And there he was, stroking gently, but surely, the upper arm of a stranger. Camille was flushed now, he noticed, lips parted slightly and breath coming slightly faster than normally. He moved his hands to her neck, rubbed the back of it with his fingers, and drove his. "I was wondering if I could borrow some sugar?" I blurt, quickly.He laughs, and leans in toward my face. "What kinda sugar you want, hun?" He winks again, but turns and walks into his apartment, gesturing for me to do the same. I warily step inside. He disappears for a second, reappearing with a large container filled with sugar. He hands it to me, smiles, and I step back into the hallway. I turn to go, but his voice stops me."I want some kind of payment for that sugar, you know. Some sugar in.