Marty and I were friends from second grade on until we both left town our senior year in high school. Both of our fathers were federal employees, and ...hey were both transferred far enough away that year that we both had to move. Marty was the guy who first told me about sex, and the guy who showed me how to masturbate. In fact, during junior high many of our “campouts” in my tent in the back yard were just cover for mutual masturbation sessions, until Marty wanted to go a bit farther. Back. "He sat me in the passenger side seat, and rummaged through my purse for my keys. He had to adjust the seat before he was able to get in, and his friends looked over at him in impatience. He waved his hands at them, and they went off.He began to drive, and I stared at him."Where're you taking me? What are you going to do to me?" Shut up!" I should just jump out of the fucking car right now. Don't think I won't do it! I'd much rather risk getting all broken up than doing whatever the hell you. She became a Hollywood starlet. She changed her name to Juliette Price. Apparently her agents thought it made her sound sexier. We dated through all of high school. I really never had any other girlfriends. Why would I? I had Julie. Of course when we discussed our futures, it was apparent we were going in different directions. We never discussed it much, neither of us wanted to admit we no longer would be a couple. We made love for the first time on prom night. Well, actually, it was pretty raw. Most of the shops had been left open so we were able to get food and someplace cozy to sleep. Neither of us wanted to talk about our lives. After all, this meeting would end soon. We would part ways.“Here,” she said, showing me her phone. “This is how I looked before.” I saw that she had straight long hair, past her shoulders, so she must’ve lost more than a foot of hair.“Wow! Big makeover,” I said. “Loved your long hair”“Sorry, you should’ve told me before,” she said, winking mischievously at.