She’d walked out with a small white phone and a basic understanding of how to deal with its functionality. Back outside, a shiver of apprehension ha... her gazing repetitiously over her shoulder. The eerie feeling of being watched followed her all the way to where she’d parked her cheery red, 1999 Volkswagen Beetle. Slipping quickly into her new car, she closed the door and engaged the locks, breathing out a sigh of relief. Hands gripping the wheel tightly, she glanced through all the mirrors. His name was Tony and we’d known each other since we were 5. And I wanted him from the first moment I met him. Yes, at five I knew what sex was, and it took me 13 years to get it. Every Friday night my dad would go bowling, and every Friday night from the time I was thirteen I would sneak off somewhere, so that we could make out. But once I turned 18, everything changed. One Friday we were coming back from my Uncle Dale’s house, and my parents had put a mattress in the back of their pickup to. When he sat down to watch the news on television, she had put her head on his thigh and drifted back to sleep, wearing only his long sweatshirt.She had rolled over and looked up at him with a dreamy smile as she came awake."What time is it?" she had wondered. She felt rested even though the sunrise and the walk had interrupted her slumber."Almost eleven," Bryant had told her.Jan had sat upright, quickly."You let me sleep for four hours?" she had asked."You looked peaceful," Bryant had said.. He could hear his mothersniffling. It broke his heart. He went to her door and lightly tappedon it."Come in."Helen was lying on the bed, her shoes on the floor next to her. She satup, her face puffy from crying."I wish you wouldn't cry mother. I'm sorry for being so stubborn, if itmeans that much to you. I'll wear whatever you want."Helen gave a deep satisfied sigh. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.She grabbed her son and gave him a reassuring hug. "That's greatBillie. First, I would.