"I can't!" I screamed as I pushed off the couch."Why?" He was on his feet beside me."I just can't!"His hand stroked my hair. The need to flee was over...helming. I walked backwards away from him, nearly tripping over the coffee table."Open your heart, Lia. Let me love you."He was touching me again. The warmth of his hand was sending his argument home. He moved closer. His lips were inches from my own. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to feel his arms around me. I wanted to lose myself in his. -Don't weird Nick, we were kissed a few times, and he caressed me a little ...... ---- Yes, it continued ...... -..... he put me a hand, and I touched him a bit, but we stopped because someone was coming!....... and I did that I made my hair! -I had understood that it had gone, because you were a little slow and you were rude ..... ok, and what will happen now? do you want to call him? - When I call him? ..... when is he now? .... he did not tell me if he wants me now, do you want me to take. She was turning tricks on the street and was hooked on d**gs. It was only supposed to last 3 months and then I’d get her back but I was so naive I guess. She ended up being sold off to someone else in another city. I totally lost track of her until about 4 years later I got a phone call one day from a rehab clinic in Chicago. She got busted holding meth and had served 6 months and was then released to do the rehab and parole. She said it was her, Sarah, and I couldn’t believe it. I was flooded. We both vowed to wait for marriage, our marriage, because we wanted things done "just right." About now, I'm ready to get foolish as hell," I told her. She laughed and dragged me back inside so we could dance another slow dance together. It was the night of the senior prom and we guys were all wearing our best dress suits and the girls in their best formal wear or party dresses. It was to be our last magical night.Just one week later, a tearful Sarah rushed up to me in the school hallway and.