Later that night I woke up from my sleep with a violent coughing fit.It got so bad that I ran to toilets and threw up. Cheryl ran out to getMrs. Benso... and soon came back with her. Mrs. Benson wasn't alone, asthe resident nurse Mrs. McCoun arrived just moments behind her. I wasalready back in bed at that time and they felt my forehead. Mrs. Bensonsaid concerned, "You've got quite a fever, Stacy."Nurse McCoun examined me and said, "I recommend taking her to thehospital ward. I can treat her. H... continu'd kind and tender to me; yet, with all this, I was far from happy; for, besides my regret for my dear youth, which, though often suspended or diverted, still return'd upon me in certain melancholic, moments with redoubled violences, I wanted more society, more dissipation.As to Mr. H... , he was so much my superior in every sense, that I felt it too much to the disadvantage of the gratitude I ow'd him. Thus he gain'd my esteem, though he could not raise my taste; I was qualify'd. He insisted Rebecca go with him; he refused to let her ride the bus by herself and be ridiculed.“I hate being 15,” she sulked.Distracted by a text he shouldn’t be reading behind the wheel, he answered, “What?”She slapped his hand and tried to grab the phone. “You’re gonna kill us, Robbie—stop it!”He laughed, batting away her hands. “Behave! What do you mean, you hate being 15?”She glared at him. “Would you want to be 15 with no boobs?”He laughed at her fierce expression. “I’d look cute with. The warm sensuousness of the embrace excited me, and I began to feel twinges of excitement in my groin. We kissed and time fell away, a pocket of space where only our embrace and kiss existed, as heat began to course through our bodies. After a couple of minutes (hours?), we paused and I leaned back while she looked up at me. We both smiled. As I looked down at her, I noticed her braless nipples straining at her blouse. I moved back in, kissed her and reengaged her tongue while moving my hand.