How could I be horny? But my mood was romantic. I took her face in my hands and planted a soft kiss on each cheek. Then I kissed her lips. It was one ...of those languid, no hurry kisses, the kind that seem to reach down to your heart and set it on fire. I slid my lips down her throat and began kissing her neck. God, it was a beautiful neck. I felt myself sucking on that neck, trying to make it mine. I finally came to my senses and let up the pressure, seconds before placing a serious hickey on. . could I ... could I take her place? I am older and more experienced. I could make you happy. I would do it willingly. You ... you wouldn’t have to make me do it. I really think I would be better for you.” She couldn’t believe the words were coming from her.The horse trader had won. He won the way he got his endorsements. Make an outrageous offer and let them talk themselves into a compromise he was more than ecstatic to have.He said nothing. Let them talk themselves into it, he thought.He. I love you." I love you, too," she said.Then she turned to Carrie."Did I tell you," she said with a laugh. "We need to expand our repertoire, Dad. See ya, Carrie. You two have fun, too."I heard her say, "Ah, variety" as she walked away — but not fast enough before I swatted her behind for her."Hey," she said after she jumped. "What was that for?" Something I missed in the past that you deserved it for," I said. "There, how's that for variety." I could do with less variety if that is the form it. He does that sometimes cause he knows I'm alone mostly. My mom works from afternoon until late. Midnight sometimes or later than that usually if they want her to. She's a dancer. I'm thirteen anyway, so I can take care of myself. My boyfriend's older and his name is Todd. He's like twenty, I think. He changes it every time somebody asks, but I don't care. He's big anyway, cute too and nice mostly. A girl needs a boyfriend, that's what my mom always says. She knows I have one and doesn't really.