There's a couple of reasons that I suspect my first time was different and I'll get to them both shortly.I should start this story properly with telli...g you about the people involved, yes, people, it was more than just two. It was four, actually, though only three were involved in the sex part. So, are you interested?Thought so.My name is Melissa and, when this happened, I was fourteen. It was summer, school was out, I would be entering the high school that my current boyfriend, Greg, was going. When my mother was running the streets doing whatever she pleased. I would see her maybe once a month if that. Sometimes when my mother came around and I was in my room she did not even say anything to me, I didn’t exist to her. I remember one day she come over to see me and took my lunch money for school. That was a messed up situation, it made me not trust anyone and I became a little stronger and more independent from then on.So it’s almost like I am just coming out of her womb and I’m 16. Assuming men can be rated the same and I don’t see why not.”“Are you saying I’m a ten, Ned?” She inquired with arched eyebrows.I could see in her eyes she wanted me to say yes. Her ego wanted it badly.“Mmmm, I’m sorry if this disappoints you, Lorna but you are an 8 ½, maybe even a 9 at times.”“Ohh, I thought...”“Listen to me. That still puts you in rarified air. You’re looking down on most women world-wide.”That perked her up. It may have also helped that she was still coming down from being. I had met Ms. Johnson (Bonnie) at school, but was not really close to her and knew nothing about her. When I told my k**s that I was going to go to Las Vegas for a week to attend a conference, They all wanted to go too. But I also told them I expected that my oldest son to take care of the house and to "babysit" they younger ones. That brought groans and sounds of dismay from the others, but I knew they would get along OK. When I told Bob (my boyfriend) I was going away he also wanted to go and.