She was young—’like nineteen or something,’ and Clay wasn’t about to have some college girl trying to become Mrs. Clay or anything. So he shot...her down, and now she’s pissed. At least that was the story as Clay told it. Robert didn’t buy it, though. The girl was hot: long, really shiny brown hair, average to tall, not skinny, but to Robert’s eye well-toned and curvy in a way that made her look more like a woman and less like a girl. If a face can look adorable and completely pissed off at the. ’ I squeezed her tight to me and planted a little kiss on her forehead. I wondered if Trish picked up subtle meaning of my last line, her eyes told me she had. The party got underway and rocked well into the night. I made rounds a couple times while fixing drinks for myself making sure to make eye contact with Trish. I don’t know when the party wound down because I fell out. Morning came although I had no idea what time it was, then I realized someone cuddled up to me in my bed. I stayed to. I decide to open myself. As I startmoving my arms and shifting my hips, my purple dome starts to unravel.There's a satisfying slurping sound as my petals shift and come apart. Istand up. I look around and see there's still a few fairies nearby. Myeyes are now open to new things all around me. I sense things that nohuman could. As I try to figure out my new role in life, There's a sharppain on my head. Right where that bump was. It certainly wasn't a bumpanymore, it was a bud. I felt a little. “Anytime!”We lay on my sleeping bag and quietly talked for what felt like hours. Brenda asked me if I had ever tried anything sexual with Colleen. I said that I hadn’t, but didn’t tell her that I had wanted too. I am sure she figured that out for herself. Brenda told me that if I promised never to try anything with Colleen that she and I could have a lot more fun together. She explained that she had had sex for the first time when she was only 13 with an older boy and it had been terrible..