For much of her 16 years she had lived a sheltered life watched over by her parents and big brother. At high school she had met, and made friends with... girls whose life to her had been so much freer. They could stay out late, go out with boys and wear what they liked.Some could even take their boyfriends home like Sherri, her brother's girlfriend. She longed to have what other girls took for granted.Things had eased up a little. She could go out with her friends, but her father still kept. Come on girl, lets kick some butt, I whispered in her ear. It felt awesome, I could hear them behind us, moving closer with every stride. I figured we have maybe, just over a mile of open space left. I was riding Rosa-bell to the limit, when Jahmals head appeared in my peripheral vision, closing the gap with every stride …they were next to us and the way she held the reins, short, meant she was holding Jahmal back …and then she let go of him, within a second they were more than a length in. Amy's other trait was her tats and piercings, she visited back street tat shops where old men stuck needles into her fat flesh, and possibly gave her one, without her feeling them inside her, relieving themselves in a teen bod for free, well actually, she paid them for the tat or pierce, which they might put down as their fee for fucking her, well that's my take on it, as I know one of them tried it on me, trouble was I had a brain and could suss him out, long before his dick was.Now why did I. I guess that’s the problem. Don’t worry about it.”“I always worry about you. Now, tell me, what’s the big problem.”“Becky,” I said, my voice barely audible.“Steve Adams, did you have sex with that girl?” Kara asked, a look of horror on her face. “If you did, then I should just go home right now. That would be the single most self-destructive thing you could ever do!”“No! I didn’t. And I don’t want to! The problem, which Anala identified, is that I’m still in love with Becky, and that Becky, not.