” I replied. A woman like her obviously got the fact that a guy like me, admitting to his adoration, must have himself in hand over her more than on...ce a day. At any other time she might have been flattered and wrapped me around her little finger, but instead she just smiled and shook her head, looking back outside. I sighed, deflating a little. “Besides, all this time you've pretty much held up a riot shield. You know, with talking about Ron so much?” Ron was her boyfriend. A real small town. . FUCK YOU! What do you think I am, your fucking puppy?!? Making me dance for you like a puppet on strings. FUCK YOU! As I sat there seething I felt his fingers slowly trailed down lower on my leg to my knee, to the hem of my skirt. He lifted the hem of my skirt slightly and tucked his hand under the hem. I pushed his fingers away forcefully. I was pissed! I opened my eyes, and looked at him, my eyes wide and shook my head, "No". He smiled the sweetest, most disarming smile at me, and nodded. This isn’t the end of the world.”“No, it’s not, but it feels like it.”“Are you sure you want to stay here alone tonight? It might be better if you went to your folks place, came clean and told them and spent a couple of nights there.”“No, I’ll tell them tomorrow. I have to stay here tonight, I have to get used to it. It probably isn’t going to be as bad as it seems.”“It never is,” he told her, “trust me on that.”With that he left, although the image of her sitting at the table, tears running. “He don’t look too bad. Is he a regular? ” I said trying to pry some information on him out of her. “Yea he’s here just about every weekend, but I don’t think you would want to try him. He has a bit of a reputation with women. Or should I say he has a reputation for being a hoe.” She replied noticing I hadn’t taken my eyes off him since the moment he walked in the door. He was watching us intently by that time. I noticed his eyes changed color slightly and he smiled as I turned back to the.