No way to claim it was all a mistake. But just to make sure the lid was hammered on nice and tight, sweet, petite, straight blond haired with those oh... so cute bangs, little, 18 going on 19, soon to be Jenny Gee, just had to say a few things first, didn’t she? He watched as she lifted the guitar toward her chin and the strap slid over her head. Stepping forward she leaned it against the front of his desk and stepped back, hands clasped in front, fingers wringing, when out of those beautiful,. Being me though has its downfalls. I am in no way forward, or a take the bull by the horns kind of gal when it comes to men. After all I’m an innocent…. Luck though it seemed was on my side; even after hanging up on the call I made after hearing his voice (shameful I know), he returned my call and I quickly made up an excuse which he bought..or perhaps looking back on it, didn’t really care… Two months later I was in heaven! After a month of dating over the phone, and another month of spending. "He had brought a box of black heavy duty trash bags, and he opened it, took out a bag, and began to pick up things and put them in the bag."Dad, don't you want to look around first?" Bobby said. "I mean, maybe there's something worth keeping here." Worth keeping?" his father curled his lip with disdain. "In this trash pit? What could possibly be worth keeping?" He went back to picking up wads of paper, clothing, anything he could reach, and stuffing it all in the trash bag.Bobby looked around. I loved this girl! Yes, by God, I loved her! And as an added benefit, she was a girl who really loved ME. (Why did I need that so badly?) But, I had been lying to her all this time ... or at the very least, withholding the truth. Now, she had done something I didn't particularly like.I still hadn't solved this riddle that was Dawn. I REALLY wanted to tell her the truth ... ALL of it. But ... should I tell her my true feelings about this right now? Would it solve anything? Would it help me.