Her head was backdown on my leg and she was sobbing. “I didn’t mean tohurt you, you must believe that. I love you so much I’dnever h...rt you on purpose.”I lay there, absently stroking her hair. Her confessionseemed more than words to me; I could actually see whathappened as she talked. It was if she were infusing theimages straight into my mind. I was numb, but I lovedher, too, and felt bound to forgive her and protect herfrom this situation she had got herself. She knew about her own private parts, but before taking this class she had really no idea what a penis looked like. Of course, she still didnt have a very good idea since all the pictures on the worksheet and in the book were drawn so you could see all the parts inside. She really wanted to see what one actually looked like up close. Her biology teacher, Mr. Stevens, started talking, but Sophie wasnt listening. She was too bored. She liked Mr. Stevens, though. She thought he was cute. There. "Risking your life for some one else is a gift. A person who gives up his or her life to save someone else has given the greatest of gifts. You don't repay that. I was willing to die to save you and that was my choice. I gave it freely and don't expect or want you to repay me. You are my friend and I wouldn't want to live without that friendship." George was my friend in Iraq, and I gave him his life because he gave me his friendship with no strings attached. I couldn't leave a friend to die. As usual, I would always wear lingerie or skimpy clothes at home and after a while, I noticed that she would always glanced at me and started to throw compliments my way, "Madam, your clothes is very sexy! I like too!" or "You have sexy body!" I was not sure what came over me and since I liked her work and attitude, I ended up buying several sexy wear for her too and she was so happy and thanked and praised me. I even encouraged her to wear it whenever she was at home with me. But she was.