For five days she had beat herself up and she felt so stupid. She wanted it to just stop. To stop feeling like this, and to stop caring so much. It wa...s night again. Why am I always going out at night, she thought to herself. She went outside and saw someone else walking towards her. She looked hard to make out who it was. "Mandy?" A voice sounded from that direction. She walked towards him, not giving any sort of reply. They looked at each other as they approached. She stopped. "I've been. They’re all grown up women!”“Okay,” I said carefully. I couldn’t very well tell her she was all grown up too. She was only fifteen. She looked like a woman, but I knew she wasn’t quite there yet.“Nobody would want to see me,” she said, her voice pouty.Aha! I understood at last. She was having self confidence issues. I figured that would be the easiest thing in the world to deal with.“You, dear sister, are quite wrong about that,” I said confidently.“Why?” she asked.Again, I said the right. ’ I said, my breath hitching when he took my hand. He might’ve been leading me out to the floor, but I felt like I was floating along amongst the sea of mingling individuals. And the people around me seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, my hands sliding up his strong arms and broad shoulders until they met near the back of his neck. Once our eyes met again, I noticed that he towered my 5’8′ by at least a head or two. He. Mostly dudes. But the in the middle of the week I came back and saw a young German blonde, who said hi. She wasn't stunningly hot, but she wasn't bad looking either. I had come back after a day visit to some sights, and an early dinner. She had just popped in to drop off her backpack and duffel bag and went out for the evening. After seeing her leave, I debated whether I should take a peek inside her bags for anything to play with, as I was the only other person. After what felt like forever, I.