"I've got to go back," he whispered frantically at me. "No, we don't." I insisted firmly and pulled him to the other side of the road and behind some ...bushes. At the house across the road a man appeared at the window we had climbed out of and glared out. He was a big bull of a man, in his forties and running to fat, but still strong. "He can see us!" Richard wailed quietly. "His eyesight isn't that good," I insisted, but I knew Richard wouldn't believe me. And if Richard believed his father. So do what I say andtrust me to know what's best."There was a long pause. I wondered if I really could do what she askedof me. Truth is, I had no idea what being a woman was like. I knew itwas more than dresses and lipstick and vacuum cleaners.Again, she read my mind. "Listen, honey, if you cooperate, I'll helpyou. OK?" I decided, yes, I want to be with Sharon, so I'll trust her.I'll do it! "I'll try, if you'll help me?" "Will you do as I say?" Exactly as you say, I promise." "All right then.. "Deciding to go for broke, I said, "I'm thinking of spending the night with him soon."Mom asked, "Why?" Mostly because I'm curious, but I do like him. He's not like other guys."Mom chuckled. "Yeah, you're right there." He's not!" I protested. "He kisses good!"Mom pinched my cheek and said, "Did he get your motor running?"I backed away and answered, "No, but he's a nice guy. He's a friend. He's ... He's..." He is Evan, sweetie, an adolescent male full of hormones, just like you're an adolescent. She lay still, occasionally shivering at his soft touch. Does that feel good? She was staring at the wall, refusing to look at him. She could never admit that, yes, his touch felt wonderful, and she imagined that it would be a thousand times better if she had actually wanted it. But like this, she wanted nothing more than to run screaming. What would you like? Hmmm? She shivered again as he ran his hand down her side. Leave me alone,she breathed, bold against her fear. She tensed, ready for.