" You're all right with it?" Sure. Like I said, it just happened one time, a long time ago. And, Ilove you. But, there is one thing that I want you to...promise me." What?" Ronnie asked, a little puzzled."Don't ever lose that cute French accent."She smiled, leaned over, and kissed him. And, said, "Non, mon doux.Jamais." (No, my sweet. Never.)Two weeks later was Ronnie's nineteenth birthday. Her parents held anopen house for her. All of her friends, and family were there. Jason hadmet most of her. Sir kissed me, forcing his tongue past my full lips. Our tongues entwined in a passionate kiss, Sir pressed his mouth hard against mine. I felt hands undoing the buttons of my sweater, then my shirt. At the same time, a pair of hands caressed my thighs slowly moving upward toward my swollen labia. Suddenly my two Sirs in front of me stopped as Sir abruptly broke off our kiss. Sir then released my hair from his grip and was told to remove my sweater and shirt but not my bra or skirt. While I. They hit it off right away. Both of them were intelligent and serious students. But both of them also liked to have fun. Mel knew Hilley from the tabloids. She was the girlfriend of a guy who played center-back for the Spurs, which was Mel’s favorite team being a Cockney and all.Mel had expected Hilley to be the typical girlfriend of a star athlete, constantly bragging about him and all the people she knew. But Hilley never even mentioned that she knew the guy.Hilley also never seemed to have. How the hell do I get him to tell them?" I wondered, standing up and letting the blanket fall off me. My hands came to my face once again to cleanse my face as I couldn't stop shedding tears. Then I ambled to the door and opened it just enough to poke my head out. I heard nothing going on through out the house. "What the hell is going on?" I pondered, making my way to my room. I went in there to put some clothes on. As I was dressed, I looked into the mirror and those red marks on my cheeks.