He had had her periodall of a sudden. It was four or five days early. There was a big redmenstrual stain in his shorts and the love of his life saw ...t. She lookedup and saw the disgust in his face. He rambled a few more words and thenturned his back and left.I am mortified. How could my mensies start now? It was too early andworse yet how could they start when Timothy was about to ask me out??? Idon't know how I can show my face in school again. I started to run. Butwhere to run to? . Perhaps I should have one last fling. I head to my bedroom and remove all my day-clothes. My boring jeans and T-shirt. My Nike sneakers. My cotton undergarments. Even my ponytail holder. I stand naked, looking at myself in the mirror as I brush my long brown hair. I peek into my closet, looking for the just the right clothing for such an event. I put on a matching red lace bra and G-string set, so I can feel extra sexy. A cute girlish lavender top that displays my bountiful cleavage. A very. And Greg was one of those guys. I was shocked, but I thought that I should probably comfort him, since he was so open and honest with me about something that, for some girls, would have been a relationship ender. I told him that I had always wanted to pleasure a girl. I had never had the nerve to ask anyone, because I could never tell which ones would be open to that.Greg laughed, and told me his friend's wife would love a chance to be with someone like me. I was pretty confident of my looks. I. He was more than just a small-time drug dealer but now I knew that he would not be around later to kill anybody.Usually, when the mob had demanded things of me, I got the conversation on tape and exposed the information to the press. If things got serious, then I was not a good little choirboy who would do nothing about it. I had bodies to hide, too but only after a lot of provocation.Most people saw life as black and white. In truth, humans are a nasty lot. To prove my point, all a person had.