I mean obviously I want something but its probably best if I have at least a little time to think about everything. Especially considering whats at st...ke if I find that what I'm feeling is just a phase that'll pass. You've had these feelings for months now and you've had time to analyze everything you've been feeling. This... well. This is all new to me"Trina looked disappointed but understanding. "Ok... but you'll let me know right? No matter what you decide?" Of course I will." Bree said. The. I liked it like that. Really. Like I said, best for us yet." Best for us yet? My goodness. You sound like an expert. What's your number?" My what?" Your number. Like how many people have you been with?" She turned a deep shade of red and muttered, "I'm not going to talk about that."I laughed at her this time and shoved her arm, "What? No need to be shy about it. I don't care if you've been with a hundred men or if I'm your first."She looked down, "I don't want you to think less of me."I lifted. But her family was a) loaded and b) in denial, so abortions took place routinely and parties at her house were legendary.Of course, her name was neither Mary nor Jane -- she was Lucille Vandiver, a senior classmate (but no friend) of Mickey who could thank her parents' donations to the school for her pending graduation.I contemplated making her my final inclusion, but I was convinced she was happy as is. The last vial was well-hidden as I held court. As word spread about my new girl friend, I. But then Mom started to get an odd look on her faceand began to sway a little. It was obvious that she was starting to getdizzy.As Mom slowly backed away from me, looking guilty for doing so. Dr.Haskins commented from the doorway, "It feels a little like being drunk.Don't worry, it should fade pretty quickly. At least it did for me andthe nurses."It was then that Dad came closer and stared at me with an expressionthat was difficult to read. "Your mother said that when you got home,you.