Time after time I've tried to walk away. Uh, uh, uh, and you don't break my heart. Time after time I've tried to walk away. Uh, uh, uh. Time after tim... I've tried to walk away. Uh, uh, uh, and you don't break my heart. Time after time I've tried to walk away. Uh, uh, uh. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Time after time I've tried to walk away. Uh, uh, uh, and you don't break my heart. Time after time I've tried to walk away. Uh, uh, uh. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.=-=That's how I felt. It was a really confusing couple years. We lived in New Mexico, but after the divorce I moved with my dad to San Francisco. I hit puberty early and was getting noticed by boys all the time. My mom got me into modeling, which maybe wasn't the best idea. Dad was just awkward talking about that stuff with me. For all I knew, men and women spent all their time being angry at each other. Aunt Lisa stepped in. She guided me through the whole boy thing safely. I gave up my virginity when I wanted to. It was around 7:00, and I had no idea when Julie’s dad was going to be home from work.“Let’s start a movie and pig out!” Julie offered. “I’m so tired. I don’t know if I’ll make it through the whole thing,” I lamented.“That’s OK. We can fall asleep on the couch. My dad won’t mind.”Julie and I took our small banquet of unhealthy slumber party food into the living room, stripped down to our panties and t-shirts, and made ourselves comfortable on the couch. She started the movie, a Chick Flick. The men looked unsettled despite their level of intoxication. I reassured them that it was fine and encouraged them to act like I wasn't there, and to keep talking to my wife. We continued to drink and the other men discussed my wife body as she smiled politely and did everything she could to press her breasts against the fabric. After a few more drinks she decided that the fabric was too constricting, so she preceded to remove her shirt. This is exactly what I was hoping for, for my wife to.