You are sitting next to me and our arms touch. You could feel the electricity between us. We both laugh about it. But after awhile things are quiet an... we just look at each other. Looking into each other’s eyes and then our faces come close. I can feel your breath getting heavier and our lips touch. Our kiss is so long and we melt like one. With my hand on your breasts our kissing continues. At the same time I am unbuttoning the buttons on your blouse one at a time. My mouth starts to kiss. Girls who have sex and especially married females know what happens and how it feels when it goes in and out slowly. Soon she was totally aroused and was moaning slowly in pleasure.Squeezing her boobs, he was saying, “Tushu your bastard, you dog, fuck me hard. Bang me as hard as you can. I want you each day and second of my life inside me. Keep fucking me like this, making me your bitch for your whole life. I am all yours, to do whatever you want with me. I am your bitch and your sex. It would have been so easy to just slip off into the woods and let nature take its course but I was desperately afraid of becoming pregnant. In 1966, birth control was all but unknown to us. We didn’t even have easy access to condoms.I guess everything changed when Darnell got drafted.If you visit the Viet Nam memorial in Washington, DC, you’ll find over fifty-five thousand names. Over half of the deaths were kids under twenty-one years old. Darnell was one. One summer when Betts was at horse. She gave him one of her hoarded apples, and watched as the juice ran down from the corners of his mouth as he crushed the sweet pulp between his teeth.And words began coming out of her mouth, unbidden, horrifying to the "good girl" in her, but unstoppable."You saved me," she said.He waved his hand, as if he had only split some wood for her, and smiled."You saw me naked."The smile disappeared from his face, and he became serious."No man has seen me like that. Not before that day," she said. Her.