“As obviously things can’t go wrong then. I can just try and see what a man feels like and then stop.”“I see, “ I temporised. My mind flashe... through the range of issues. It was weird. Not to say illegal and taboo, or taboo at least ... but just a kiss after all. She was needing not to be rejected. But this was Jaz - that meant she might be manipulating me, and also that if I refused she’d find some other guy. Perhaps I could kiss parentally while she kissed sexually?She was wearing a jacket. All I could say was how sorry I was. After what seemed forever, Brad sat down on the couch next to me and when I leaned into him, he wrapped his arms around me and held me without saying a word.After a while, I again told him how sorry I was. He asked me what made me take the pictures. I told him that after watching him shoot the other girls I wanted to find out how I would look. Brad grunted and then said that, if I wasn't his sister, he would hire me in a second. I was completely surprised at. Meanwhile, the two other 'girls' took one look attheir photo and had their fill. It was a long hike back down the beach tothe newly-started bonfire as more wailing, complaining and blamingcarried on behind us.Though the party continued late into the night, and I had my share ofroasted marshmallow s'mores and other forms of bonfire entertainment, mymind was understandably preoccupied. There was no point in lying to myfamily or other figures in authority - this is what happened to me, andthere. I told her you'd get a train tomorrow and then get a cab from the station"She gave me her address and wished me a safe journey."Great, thanks mum..see you soon"I packed a bag, booked a train ticket and went to bed, i had an early start as the train left at 9.30.Morning came, I collected my tickets and had 20 minutes to kill. I went into the station newsagent and bought a couple of dirty magazines, at least I'll be able to wank myself to sleep i thought. I put them in my bag and made my way to.