I don't ever want to go out or to school. They will make fun of me, harass me and even assault me like they did Marjorie." I paused for a moment, "I d...on't wanna live anymore. Just let me die now."Mom kept on hugging me, "Honey don't say things like that. It'll be all right. I don't want to lose you. Please promise me that you won't try to kill yourself anymore."I still kept on crying, but was lost in my thoughts as my words struck a nerve within. 'The detective had been right. it turned out I. He dropped me and had coffee at my place and then left to go see his friends. We still had not had sex. After a few weeks, he calls me and asks if i wanted to come over to his place. I dint mind so i said yes.His room mates had gone out of station for the weekend and he came and picked me up and we reached his place and we went in. We sat, had coffee and talked. He came and sat next to me. I was extremely comfortable with him now, physically. So we talked and talked. It became late evening. We. He rubbed her side's and began pulling off her blouse. With her blouse off and on the floor he began slowly kissing her neck with small light kisses. She moaned loudly as his soft kisses found her neck. Shivers went down her spine and her skin tingled. Slowly she ran her hands down his smooth back. He reached behind her and unhooks her bra then ran his hands down to un zip her skirt. He slipped it off from around her hips and pulled of her panties. Naked she looked up at him mischiviously and. .. a hellraiser ... a continual trial for both my mother and Jen. Except somehow I never was for sis. And I can't remember her ever getting really angry at me. The hair brushing bull sessions seemed to always ease away any and every problem between us.I was almost twelve, in Middle School, and Jen was sixteen years old and a High School sophomore when perhaps one of the most important events in our relationship occurred. It was the first precursor of what was eventually to come. Not that we.