That you can think of?' I had to tread very lightly and cautiously then. I needed him to lead the idea. He might be thinking to let the air out... of their tires and I was thinking to let the air out of them. He seemed to reason into his darker secrets. 'Oh yeah, I know one way but I can't say. Not to a stranger at least. So I can't say.' 'So my name's Jim, and yours is?' I said as I extended my hand. 'Brad. It's Brad. Actually Bradley the Third but that sounds a. Taylor pushed our heads together and ordered us to kiss.I pressed my lips to hers. After what I had been through with Ann it was no longer a big deal. I could tell that she had not kissed another woman this way before and it was hard for her.I tried to comfort her and tell her it wasn't so bad. But Mr. Taylor ordered me to shut up and kiss her. So I started kissing her, gradually making it a more passionate kiss. While we kissed, Mr. Taylor took my hand and placed it on her breast. I did. However, we touched each other’s genitals and I found out that putting a finger on her clitoris made her laugh. We just made sure that by 3:00, we got dressed, opened the curtains, and were watching TV so our parents wouldn’t know anything when they got home an hour later.A few weeks had passed and school was beginning to start. Nancy and I had gone out to play with a boy, Travis, who lived on the next street over. He was 9 and seemed to be far more knowledgeable than myself. We had. As she ascended the stairs and got out onto the street, a feeling of dread overcame her. This definitely was not her home district. The place looked derelict, full of abandoned slabs of masonry that, generously, could be called buildings. Few people seemed to be around: some wizened women pushing trolleys, a few drunken old black men with bottles wrapped in brown paper. A dog barking. Laura, nervous, walked on, and on, and on, hoping to find a nice police officer to give her directions home..