First she fascinated me, then . . . I just thought about her all the time.’ ‘Is that what it is? Being in love?’ Carolyn looked at Keith. ‘I w...s a teenager once. Longer ago than I care to think about. I thought I was in love at least once a week, every time a pretty girl looked my way. It’s a lot harder than people think to tell the difference. You have to have experienced both to tell them apart: love and infatuation.’ She leaned forward a bit. ‘Are you having doubts about your relationship. It was dark in the coach now apart from dim lights here and there and there was no one sat within 4 or 5 rows of us so I decided to up the stakes a little and chance my arm, as I still wasn’t sure if Luce was asleep or awake and getting turned on from teasing me. She had taken her jacket off to use as a pillow and I had pulled a blanket down from above to cover me up, so I pulled this across us a little just in case anyone wandered past. I carefully and slowly opened a button on Luce’s blouse. He told the guy about me and how much I loved sucking his cock. The man suggested we come by the park because he would like to meet me. I felt honored that an adult man wanted to meet me. I asked when the guy was normally at the park and he said he was probably there now. I said we should go because I wanted to meet the guy. He agreed so we got dressed.When we arrived in the park, the man was sitting on one of the benches. We said hi and began to chat. After about 15 minutes, the guy suggested. Willah had reason to remember the horsemen they saw that day at the Trading Post. Especially the youngest of them. He couldn’t have been more than a year older than her. Each time she dared glance his way, he was watching her with a quick shy smile curling his lips, as she glanced at him. She had to smile back at him. He was such a tall, pretty boy – and she’s never even talked to a boy in all her fourteen years.Shaking off her thoughts of the boy she’d seen at the Trading Post, Willah told her.