The bite mark! She remembered being bitten and gently rubbed the sore spot. “That has to leave a mark,” she thought and it did. The mark started o...ut red but was now turning into a deep dark blue. “I should hide it,” she thought. “But how?” It was only then that she realized Edgar was no longer in her bed. At least, she assumed it had been Edgar. Her mind wandered back to that previous night. It was his smell. It was his voice she heard. He'd been brutal. Her cheeks reddened. She had never been. I found my locker easily enough and opened it and then put the booksthat I didn't need into my locker. I shut the locker and set thecombination, which I then wrote down so that I wouldn't forget. I slungmy backpack over my shoulder and looked at my timetable. My first classwas math. So, using the map I had been given I made my way towards thatclass. I so busy looking back and forth between the map and thecorridors that I didn't watch where I was going and eventually bumpedinto someone, knocking. ‘You speak Italian,’ he said, surprised. ‘A bit. I know that means ‘you are beautiful, beautiful you are’. You can say it as often as you like,’ I said breathlessly. I was really ready for him now. I hoped it wouldn’t be too long before he finally made love to me! For all the boys I’d been with, I’d never been like this, you know, waiting for a man to make love to me, unhurried, prepared, if you like. It was a strange feeling. He began to kiss my lips, my eyes, my nose: it was funny and nice as. My sister was just the opposite and she ignored the racket with a calmness that made me want to grab her by her hair and shout,"Don't you hear the damn thing?"Of course, I was far too afraid of getting my mouth washed out with the terrible laundry soap that my mother used sparingly to threaten us with dire consequences. Usually, just the verbal threat was enough to change our attitude without delay.Then we moved much further south into the Chelsea area just above Greenwich Village and we were.