I guess."I couldn't see her in the darkness, but I could hear the poignant sadness in her voice, even though night had fallen and it was now pitch-dar...."Josh... ," she whispered quietly. "If I tell you something will you promise me you'll never tell anyone—ever?" Come on... , Aunt Jeannie. You know you can trust me..."I said, feeling that special warmth a person feels when someone is about to entrust you with a special secret."Josh... ," she said, with her voice breaking, she took me into her. I looked along the row of women perched on the endsof their beds, dressed in nightdresses or wrapped in bedsheets. Michelle,who I had to keep reminding myself was once Michael, was sat directlyopposite me. Her dark brown eyes remained locked onto mine, her tannedskin divine against the virgin whiteness of the sheets stretched acrossher bust."I hope you know what you're doing," she said."So do I," I replied, the line not coming off quite as cute as I'd hoped."Don't get me wrong, I think it's a. Kelly had never felt any great degree of sexual desire for anyone before, so the sudden attraction, lust, and fascination that swept over her shook her to the core. She finally found her voice and answered quietly, not trusting herself to say more than the minimum necessary, and soon was in the kitchen refreshing Louisa’s and her mother’s coffee.Louisa came in as she was pouring the coffee and said, “Let me help.” Louisa asked her about her interests, and as Kelly stared at her, she was. "A picture of me taken a long time ago. A picture that I didn't know about or even suspected. I was at this frat party and I got more than a little drunk." Ok, I get the picture," I said.Wrong choice of words, I know."Look, the sender of this filth wrote that he wanted me to do things with him or he'd send some more pictures to you," she explained."Yes," I encouraged."Look, I love you and would never cheat on you, so I rather you know about this even if you leave me because of it," she.