. Can You Ever Forgive Me? I know you want to go away to this college, and that's fine. We'll find the money, somehow. I owe you that much. I'll call ...your school and tell them to let you take their tests and graduate, now. It's what you want. I understand but please, let's stay in touch. Don't go away and never look back, Please?"She was sincere and tearful. Her heart was in this apology, and I didn't have the desire or the heart to rub it in, so I held her and said, "It's Ok. I'm not mad. I. Anyway, on the arranged day, he arrived in his motorcycle leathers and with his long rocker hair. He was great, we laughed and joked about life and he even met my k**s. That evening, my k**s had gone to stay overnight with their dad, me and Pat sat around listening to music and drinking. It seemed like we talked for hours. There was a little harmless flirting, and it was obvious we were attracted to eachother, but that was all. At bedtime, we were both a little drunk, and we shared a long. One night, on a rare occasion that my bra came off, he kissed and squeezed me, speaking directly to my chest as he told me (them?) how he respected my virginity. How it would be the greatest gift of his life.I didn’t have the heart to tell him.I realize I must make him sound like a bad guy, like he was unlikeable, a fumbling over-earnest Barney Fife. But he wasn’t that. He was a nice guy, cute, friendly. Fun to be around and a real nice car. He was just too serious at a time when I was just. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the firm globes of her breasts against the top of my forearm. I leaned forward so my lips were right next to her ear and whispered, “I believe the imprint is affecting me as well. I love you too, Petra. The intensity of my feelings for you and Shalyndria is scaring me. I have decided to stop fighting and just accept it for now.”I spun Petra around, resting my forehead against her’s. A moment later, I felt the fabric of her dress fall to our feet. I resisted.