“‘Cause if you wanna chicken out, I’m right behind you.”“I’m okay,” I chuckled and patted his knee. “Thanks for coming with me.”Mark...pulled me close and kissed my hair. I really was nervous, but I also felt good. At one point in the embarrassing sex talk with Mom, she said that if I wasn’t old enough to be responsible I wasn’t old enough for sex. It was good advice even if I didn’t want to talk to her about my decision yet. I wanted to have sex with Mark and knew I needed to protect myself.When. She had a recent bad break-up with her boyfriend back at her school, and she wanted to do something to get revenge. Our random meeting in the lobby made her revenge possible, and my fall in the bathroom gave her an excuse to get me out of my pants. It was on then. I stood up, and knelt down between her legs. I leaned forward and did what I dreamed of doing when I saw her in the hotel lobby. I kissed those full, soft, warm lips with the softest kiss I could muster. The first kiss was a slow. All I wanted to do was grab a cocktail and hang out by the pool.The good news is they did have swimsuits, the bad news was that they weren't my standard baggy board short style. They were much shorter and form fitting, made out of a stretchy material. The worker said that this was the style here, as they allow you to be more active on the beach, and that beach volleyball and soccer was so popular here.I felt a little self conscious as I walked down to the pool wearing them. They felt a little. ..Yes I have a person in mind. Just get me what I need and don't create any suspicions. Say an old family friend asked you to check on her, okay? Right! I'll have a plane waiting for you, be on it within the hour. From what I've been told we don't have much time. Give me a call when it's done. Bye."Dennis hung up the phone and took in the gravity of the situation. If Sarah Jensen died before his person got there, project Peace would die with her. He picked up the phone to make sure the private.