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I could barely stand still.
    â€œI’m old enough for you,” I insisted. “I know you like older women, but there ain’t nothing they can do that I can’t do.” The “older” women that this boy had already fooled around with were in college. And one already had a baby by some other boy. I hadn’t even had my first period yet, so I wasn’t worried about getting pregnant. As a matter of fact, I was wearing my first training bra, even though my titties were about the size of two marbles. Which was why I had stuffed both cups with toilet paper.
    He leaned back and looked at my face for a long time. “You are kind of cute,” he admitted, squeezing my butt even harder. When he looked at my titties and started reaching for them, I got as stiff as a board. “What’s wrong?” he asked, both hands inside my bra. Then he froze and looked at me out of the corner of his eye.
    â€œMy titties just started growing,” I admitted.
    He laughed under his breath as he pulled out the tissue, looking at it like it was a snake. I turned to leave, with my head bowed and my eyes already filled with tears. Some sexpot I had turned out to be.
    â€œWhere you going, girl?” he asked, grabbing my arm.
    â€œHome to watch Cheers reruns. I guess you don’t want me now, huh?” I sniffed.
    â€œAll I want to know is if you are clean.”
    â€œHuh?” I rotated my neck and gave him a puzzled look. “Yeah, I’m clean. I took a shower this morning. I take a shower every morning.”
    The boy rolled his eyes and grinned. “That ain’t what I meant.”
    I shrugged.
    â€œSome old, funky, Jamaican girl gave me the crabs last year,” he confessed, looking embarrassed.
    â€œThe what?”
    â€œNever mind,” he said, waving his hand and rolling his eyes. “You can stay, and we can have a good time. But, uh, I am telling you now, if you burn me, I am going to kick your butt!”
    I had no idea what he was talking about, so I shrugged again.
    â€œDid you know that today is my birthday?” I mentioned.
    His eyes were on my breasts as he spoke. “No shit? Damn we gots to celebrate now! Happy birthday. You look clean enough to me, so I’ll take a chance on you. Um … my room’s upstairs. The first one you get to when you get to the top of the stairs. You go on up there and wait on me,” he ordered. “I need to go feed my dog first, and then I need to go lock all the doors.”
    I ran up the stairs leading to the second floor, taking the steps two at a time. I had to force the door to his bedroom open with my foot. There was just that much junk on the floor. It wouldn’t be the last time that I entered this same messy bedroom to get fucked like so many other girls before me. But I didn’t want to be like the other girls this boy had been with. I wanted to be special in somebody’s life, and he was a good start.
    He shuffled into the room a few minutes later, nibbling on a candy bar and unzipping his pants at the same time. I sat up as soon as he sat down on the bed.
    â€œYeah, you are kind of cute. What’s your name again?” he asked.
    My heart felt like it had dropped down to the soles of my feet. “Christine,” I mumbled.
    â€œOh, that’s right. Listen, I got a feeling you and me just might get into something real big one day. And, by the way, my name is Wade.”

CHAPTER 11
    â€œC hristine, this is Wade. Why are you sounding so strange? What’s the matter with you?”
    â€œHuh?” I had been so deep in thought recalling my first time with Wade that I hadn’t heard the telephone when it rang on the stand next to the bed. I don’t even remember picking it up. But when I heard Wade’s loud voice on the other end of the line, I realized where I was and what time it was. “Where are you? What’s going on?” I looked around the dreary motel