I didn't mind feeling used because I have always felt that being used is part of my existence, but I did mind that he didn't like me enough to come ba...ck. I eventually put him and those disappointments behind me and I focused on my one true friend, Taylor--the girl who accepted me for who I was, a skinny, cumbersome, unconfident, unboyish boy. I suppose it was the 12th day when things changed. Cal brought Taylor to The Basement in the morning and signed her in. He didn't seem to see me and he. She said something that didn't make sense about church and the choir. Lanny just grinned and lied to her and said they must be in church.That seemed to satisfy her confused mind as she stepped out of her shoes so it would be easier for her to walk. The band was playing a slow song so he walked her over to the dance floor barefooted to finish out the song.The place was packed and there wasn't an empty table in the room. As Lanny looked over her shoulder into the crowd, he could see the looks she. "After what you saw?"She dropped her blanket and came into my arms. I held her for a while and then made up a bed for the both of us. It did not take us long to join our bodies. "Ah," was all she said but she said several times, louder and louder.Her repeated Ah's became throaty Um's as our pace increased and our bodies lunged into each other. We rested after a while and listened to the forest and the slow burning fire's crackle. She kissed me and relaxed in my arms, her head on my. She usually didn’t come to the shop until after 1pm. She then would leave around 4pm. I appreciated her trust in me running things for her when she wanted to have some time to herself. Jackie arrived sometime after 11am wearing a big grin on her young face. She gave me a warm hug (little did she suspect that her boyfriend’s sperm was running down my stockings!). Her exams were tough, but she felt she was doing well. She missed seeing Steve, but she really needed to concentrate on her.