At dinner that night my step father commented on here cheerfulness and asked why? She said “I just had a nice day, no reason” If she only knew wha... I knew that night here pasty white face would have turned red. After dinner my mother said she needed to run to the store and she would be back in an hour or so. I quickly followed her car on my bike and found that she was not going to the store but was making a bee line to Shawn’s house. As I pulled up a few houses from Shawn’s I could see my. It's a small city.At hers, she made us some tea. It was a small apartment, but quite cozy. Although the coziness was probably caused by her. Then, suddenly, she got to the point."Do you still l like me?"I replied with a solid yes."Well I'm not looking for a relationship now but maybe we could spend time together sometimes?" she said with a smile. "There's a couple things I've been thinking about trying with a man and I was thinking maybe you want to help me with that?"I wasn't sure what to. Dirty? Undoubtedly. Fucking hawt as hell? Well, yeah, obviously. I mean, bacon, right? But elegant? Refined? Not really. I doubt anyone would use the word graceful either, she doesn’t have that self-conscious, narcissistic sashay thing going on when she moves and occasionally she’ll trip or drop something. It’s cute as hell when she does that, she says she’s got a clumsy gene. But graceful? Nah. And you know what? None of that matters. Because Jadie’s got her own thing going on when it comes. ‘I know your tragedy, Jack.’ ‘What’s my tragedy?’ ‘I had a dream about you the other night. You were a closet that was full of clothes and boxes and shoes all neatly arranged. There were toys and children’s books in some of those boxes. Books like The Wind in the Willows and Thornton Burgess stories. You have a beautiful child- like innocence, Jack. You deserve to be loved.’ She looks at me as she takes another deep hit, and then changes her mind about the beer, and washes down her last hit.