" I suppose all that is possible ... but I don't believe it. I'm in love with who you are now. I'm having a hard time understanding what this big secr...et of yours is. I don't think we'd have the kind of relationship we have if any of those things were true." Damn you, Val. You aren't going to quit this pushing me to tell you, are you?" I don't want to, but I'm trying to think of some way that I can make it easier for you." How?" Uhhm ... is there any legal reason you can't marry me?"She didn't. A long shower. When you are fourteen, and you want to cry in private, a shower is the best place to do it. I didn't know for sure what had happened yet, but, from the little my mom had told me, it was bad and it involved Clara. My Clara. Before, when she had fooled around with those boys, I hadn't gotten too upset with her. I was fooling around too. I still was, kind of. I would have been anyway, except for the worries about Karen.The difference was that I had asked Clara not to do it anymore,. We exchanged small, inexpensive gifts, then went over to my parents’ house. We brought our one, $2 gift to give to the person whose name we’d drawn out of a hat at Thanksgiving.Family duties fulfilled, Mattie and I were both eager to get to our apartment and spend our first night alone in our own home. Our place was very unusual. It was an old cottage that had been remodeled one too many times. It was perfect for us though because it had a kitchen, one large bedroom, and two bathrooms. One. She’s holding my dick in her hand, tugging on it. She takes it in both her hands. Holding the shaft with one, she licks the inside of her other hand, then circles my head with her saliva soaked palm. Your dick is where it’s always been,’ she whispers in my ear with heavy breath, ‘right in the palm of my hands’. Her hands are deftly working. My head goes back, my breath ragged gasps. ‘I’m gonna cum.’ ‘Not yet! Wait!’ It’s Love telling me to hold on. ‘I can’t! I’m gonna cum!’ ‘Here it comes!’.