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pulled her in by the back of one of the sheds. It was pitch-dark, but Jennie didn’t need any light to feel Tom’s arms and his strong body. She arched her neck as he trailed kisses down toward her breasts. It was so good she felt faint.
    â€œOh Glory be to God.” Tom’s hot breath was down to her cleavage now. “I want you so bad. The smell of you is enough to send a man insane.” One of his hands crept up her leg to the smooth inner flesh of her thigh.
    â€œWhat do I smell of?” she asked, while the other part of her mind concentrated on Tom’s hand on her thigh.
    â€œMmmm,” he inhaled deeply, “some kind of flowers I think. I loves it.” His fingers had undone her blouse and one of her soft breasts spilled out into his large callused hand. “Oh Jesus – God,” Tom swore softly, forgetting his strict religious principles. “They’re the most perfect things I ever saw. Can I kiss them?” He bent his head and his tongue touched the tip of her nipple.
    A flash of fire ripped through Jennie such as she had never known. Tom had never gone that far before, and she was unprepared for the intensity of feeling that his tongue generated.
    She tried to push him away. “Tom,” she said shakily. “Tom! I never knew that it would be like this. No one told me.” She laughed. “Sure I’m losing the strength out of my legs.”
    Tom slid his hands back up her body and buried his face in her hair. He pressed into her and she could feel his stiffness. He laughed low in his throat. “I knows somethin’ that the strength is gonna take a long while to go out of, Jennie, and it sure ain’t my legs.”
    Jennie thought she heard someone around the other side of the shed. She hushed Tom. As she buttoned up her blouse, she whispered, “All right, I promise you that we’ll do it. We’ll meet up on the hill.” Jennie looked up into his earnest face and giggled nervously. “Think you can last until tomorrow night?”
    As they walked up the track in the dark, Tom firmly attached his large hand to one cheek of Jennie’s round backside, establishing his ownership.
    All the next day Jennie went about as if she were in a fever. From the moment she got up in the morning, graphic pictures kept popping into her head – his brown hair bent over her breast, his hands cupping her face, his body pushing against her. Once, as she was putting cans of beans on the shelf at Plotsky’s, she had to stop and sit down when fire seared right through her.
    That evening she washed herself all over, paying particular attention to her armpits and between her legs. She dressed in her best underwear and her new lacy bra.
    The moon was full when they met on the back of the hill. Tom was there first, sitting with his arms around his knees. Jennie stood for a moment looking at him. Oh how she loved this man. And now she was giving him what Mam called her most precious gift. But she was giving it willingly, was even in a hurry to give it. Some girls said that the first time hurt, but Jennie was so in love, so anxious to try it, to experience those new sensations, that she didn’t care.
    â€œTom,” she said softly.
    He looked up. “Jennie. Come sit down.”
    The night was quiet and still. Side by side, they sat and looked down on the great Exploits River. “Jennie. Have you changed your mind? You can, you know. I won’t be mad.” He gently took her hand.
    â€œTom. Shut up talking and kiss me right now.” She turned and, taking his shoulders, dragged him down on top of her.
    They went down in the sweet grass together. The last words Jennie heard were, “I promise not to hurt you.”
    Later that night, lying alone in her bed at home, Jennie thought about what they’d done and how natural it had seemed.
I forgot to be scared. The other girls were wrong. There was no hurting. Then we did it a