He got sick.He got sick. you see my problem? So there I was, sweet 16, and never been (properly) kissed. Through a divorce, a move, and some money problems - I found myself in a new city, at a (gasp) public school. Well, by sixteen I had filled out pretty decently. Add to that the fact that public school allows girls to wear make-up, and I guess I was looking pretty good. At least I got my share of attention from the guys (I think they had heard rumors about Catholic school girls). I went out on a couple of dates, with a couple of different guys. It was pretty awkward and boring. Then I started dating Ryan. He was cute, quiet and intelligent. He didn't make me nervous. I liked him. He was basically a nice guy. We saw movies and did homework together. We also made out. Very simple - kissing, and light, over the clothes petting. It was okay, but it wasn't like the feeling I had read about in Harlequin novels (but then again, what was?). Then one night we were at his house. Chris, Ryan's best friend, and Chris' girlfriend, Tammy, were there too. We were watching a movie called 9 1/2 Weeks. Have you seen it? Well, I've seen a lot more explicit things since then, but at the time - wow! It was pretty embarassing too. |