She managed to take my hands off her, so I had no choice but to take my face off her too. Yet it got harder when Emma bent down, resting her hands on ...er knees to get composed - even as her bent over backside made me less composed. I looked relatively okay by the time she turned around and stood up straight, or so I hoped. "Back on the bed. Now," Emma commanded, leaving no room for debate, and little room to mind with that tone of voice. I sat up straight on the side of the bed again, yet Emma. “The Hell it is, Ok I mean” she says. “I NEVER wanted this part back out again…yet here the FUCK it is.”“Look,” I tell her, remaining calm, “A person can’t hide who they are. And this is part of you, obviously. It’s like I said, soon enough, I’ll move on, and you can again tuck this away.” Shifting on the bed to be facing her, I said, “Now Stacey, look at me, really.” Seeing her do that, somewhat sheepishly, I continue “My plan all along has been to have a bit of fun, and at the end, to of. He only wantedhis friend to take a chance on him.Torri would always deny Mick the chance. Even with them being bestfriends, the idea of dating Mick was appalling to her. He was notpopular in school, it was hard enough for her to defend theirfriendship, how could she defend them being a couple? Also, he was notexciting, he was safe and dependable. Her circle of friends dated menand Mick was only 3 months older than her. Torri was too mature to bewith a boy in her grade.The big reason Torri said. Ma is ma, yo!”“You right. She said you can talk to her. Go do it.”“Maybe I will.”“Can you believe it though.”“I’m not really thinkin’ ‘bout it,” confessed the eleven year-old Jeramiah. “We ain’t never had a life this good.”“You right, li’l bruh. I guess I need to talk to her.”Rochelle was reading a murder mystery. She was reclined on the chaise lounge across the room from her bed. As she turned a page, she heard a knock at the door.“Who’s there,” the woman asked.“It’s Coree,” the changing voice.