A flamboyant white blouse that reminded her of David Bowie. A wide leather belt around the base of the blouse, with the material billowing below it. A... halo of flame red hair. Sara didn't know her name, but that hair meant she was her Flame.And like lightening, Flame had grabbed her chin. Flame's eyes pierced through the docile facade."No movement. No staring. No nothing."Sara's body chilled. Flame had drilled so many rules into her over the last few days (Weeks? Months? She was beginning to. I was a little scared of that at first because I thought he might be getting ready to squirt his baby juice. All I knew about how boys made babies in girls was from what I'd heard from an older cousin once. She said that when it happened, the boy would push it in as deep as he could and hold it there. Then you'd feel hot little pops deep inside followed by a spreading warmth. Then his penis would get soft and he'd pull it out.Since I didn't feel the pops and warmth when he planted it deep. I had no way of knowing if anyone had been out there, but my imagination was active and true fear had set in.She had never acted quite like this before, and if she wanted to humiliate me, she was doing a good job. I sank into the mattress and tried to relax and catch my breath. The thought suddenly occurred to me that she may not have actually left, and I got as still as possible and tried to listen for any noise other than the radio. But there was no sound at all that I could associate with. Her face showed a mixture of fear and relief when I told her about thePI and the photos as we got ready for bed. I watched her eyes widen as Iopened up the envelope and laid the 10 by 12 glossies over the bed. And then I told her I supported her and understood her fix, and she cried and held me. "Oh, Walter, I was so afraid! You do see I just had to do it, don't you?" "Of course, honey," I said. "I'm so glad it's out. They were calling all the time, I didn't know what I was.