She broke away from the kiss leaving Luke lingering as he still felt the taste of her lips on his own.With one swift motion she was on her feet and pu...ling his hand, while she held her admiring smile. “Fallow me.” Luke needed no further urging as he stood up. Once his leg carried his weight to the ground he held back the wince of pain from it and just fallowed Miss. Bradley. She gripped his hand walking slowly, as to not put more pressure on his leg, and lead him to the bedroom. Luke wasn’t. Hestill uses the hand controls in his car and you would hardly know he hadbeen in the accident if it weren't for the canes. We nixed the ideathough because I would miss too much school and my tutor was for extendedmodeling sessions, not so I wouldn't be inconvenienced.I celebrated my fifteenth birthday with a small party at home. Cindy andher mother came to eat some cake. I was admonished not to eat too muchbecause I had a figure to watch. Speaking of figures, my puberty seems tohave. She had raven black hair, pouty soft lips, the cutest spackle of freckles. She had a well-proportioned face. She only barely had the slightest swell of breast with just slightly puffy little nipples preparing to grow into full-bloom womanhood. I took my clothes off. I had no intention of playing around, I meant business. There are moments in a person’s life. Key moments they look back on that shape their existence. I was having one right then. I made my choice. She was laying kind of on her. Rumpled clothing, the kind that one bought in the attempt to feign wealth, in cut that nearly draped beautifully, save for the cheap cloth and subtle imperfection, clung in silent witness to the sleepless night. The nearly exquisite exterior that covered up the slowly decaying innards, cloyingly sweet perfume that nearly covered the reek of moldering life and hope, she was rotting from the inside out.She might have been different, perhaps the softly rounded mother with a slightly frazzled air.