. well ... yes,” Betsy answered with a slight blush blossoming on her face.Sally grinned fully aware of what caused that reaction. “He got excited..., didn’t he?”“Yes.”Betsy had wondered why he kept pulling back from her during the slow dances. When she pressed against him, she discovered the reason. For a minute or two, she had no idea what to do. Of course, he probably felt her bullets pressing into his chest. She finally just pulled him in closer and enjoyed the feeling.“And?”“What?”“Is he .... Sniffing in disapproval, she tried to passively ensure everyone knew she was not happy with the current situation, not happy at all.Roger was ignoring the football game he and Max had been watching. Max had just sent his stepsister out to give the kid mowing the lawn a cool drink, and she had simply got up from her curled up spot on the couch, set down her ipad, and obeyed. He still could not quite get used to seeing all of her bits and pieces, and as she had walked into the kitchen, his eyes. The third boy did the same thing."When they was done, they let me get dressed and go. I couldn't tell no one, I was too ashamed. When I missed my period, I told the boys. They just laughed, and said it was my problem. They told me I didn't even know who the father was. They walked away and left me standing there."When I told my dad, he raged at me. He called me every dirty name I know. He blamed me for all this trouble I'd caused. He slapped me around real good. He sent me to my room and told. Why do I enjoy these dreams?In my little red journal I wrote a lot about sex, a lot about God, and very little about my real life. Real relationships seemed impossible.Everyone knew me as the prim and proper girl who liked learning. Even among the nerd boys, I seemed an off limits alien. At one point, I shared chemistry class with five of them from my core friends group. They made naughty jokes and seemed genuinely surprised that I wanted to be included. They lightly flirted with me; mostly.