Fucking one man or two men is the same thing. You have nothing to lose now)' she said and went back to her room.that night I lay thinking, 'Yes she wa... right. I was not a virgin anymore another man would not make a difference then why not' but I was worried about getting pregnant. This problem was also solved my mother. She gave me her birth control pills. There was still the problem of how to go about it? My mother advised me, 'Go prepared and if you see an opportunity then go for it. If it. They should let you go home any day now."I heard the sadness in her voice as she whispered in my ear. I wanted to raise my arms and hug her tightly to me, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't want to face the fact that she was leaving. I didn't want to touch her and discover that she didn't feel the same way I did. I had had too much rejection in my last life. I just didn't want to know. I wanted to hang on to my illusions, that despite our difference in years, we could work something. Dinner was without doubt wonderful and my boyfriend concurred with my assessment, but earlier on my uncle had slipped his hand onto my buttocks and squeezed them with affection. We had been drinking, more him than myself and my boyfriend seemed to be overwhelmed by the occasion, he was in the toilet when I felt uncles hand on my arse.'I like a daring girl', uncle whispered into my ear as I squirmed to his touch. 'Daring', I retorted, 'Bareback, you know what I mean', he replied laughing,. ‘Where to?’ I asked. ‘I can plug the address into my phone and get us there pretty quick.’ She smiled. ‘It ain’t gonna be quick. I’m on the East Side. It’ll take us about an hour to get there. You ok with that?’ ‘Does it matter if I’m not?’ I asked, smiling, and we both burst into laughter. She put her hand on my cheek and turned my head toward her. The hard, dominating look that had been in her eyes earlier had disappeared, and in its place was genuine kindness and warmth. ‘Hey, Papi, I.