Brandon did his best to comfort her before they headed back to the suite. ‘Brandon when you go tonight I’m coming with you.’ She said when they ...ad sat down on the couch in the suite. ‘I’m not going back there, I’m going to Chicago. There is nothing for me in Georgia anymore.’ Brandon just nodded, unable to tell her that her was worried he might not be able to help. He needed time, time to get things back to together. If for no other reason than he had been dead for over two months. He knew his. They say I will have a different expression once I've let my boyfriend inside me. I don't know whether all that's true or not, but it worries me. I don't want everyone to know that I'm already having sex with him.I'm pretty sure that my older sister is already no longer a virgin, but I've not noticed any real change in her appearance. You see, I saw a kondom on her bedroom dresser, and she became embarrassed when she knew I'd seen it. But she said she'd bought it at the pharmacy for a friend. Back to Bill. He was the opposite of me, popular, good looking in a feminine way. His skin was soft; he had a soft kind face with full lips and a straight nose. His kind brown eyes made the girls melt and if that didn’t do it his long eye lashes did. He was a sharp dresser and spent most of the money he made at his weekend job on clothes. He didn’t have much of facial hair so he kept his face clean shaved and even used skin creams, which I thought was hilarious.Anyway, that day I was lying on. It sure wasn’t going to go down by itself. ‘Evil cousin,’ I muttered as I climbed the stairs. ‘Evil, evil– ‘ I halted in front of the room that she and my aunt were staying in. I thought a moment, torn. Now look: I wouldn’t do anything like this to any other person in the world except my cousin — my cousin that had sprinkled some of that German itching powder in my pants when I was ten, my cousin that had spread Ben-Gay inside my jock strap just before a track meet when I was fifteen, my cousin.