whole time I kept thinking Granny might be mad. I
told her I was a good girl and she shouldn't worry and
now look what I'm doing. But some other voice inside
me said I was still a good girl. This wasn't wrong. I
wanted to be loved. I needed to be loved.
"And so did Steve. We were giving something
precious to each other, something we had been denied
too long, and I don't just mean sex," I added quickly,
my eyes throwing warning darts at Jade, but she didn't
look like she was about to ridicule me anyway. She
looked sad and excited and full of sympathy, all at
once. "I loved his lips all over me. I would have given
myself to him right then and there. I know it was
foolish to be like that and not to think of protection. I
was aware of all that, but now I understood firsthand
why some girls forget or lose control. I remember I
was the impatient one, pushing myself at him, helping
him with my skirt zipper, struggling to get
comfortable.
"He pulled back the blanket and I got under as
he finished taking off his clothes. He was kissing me
and caressing me and I was thinking I'm a woman
now. I don't care what happens; I don't care.
"I felt him about to be in me when suddenly, we
heard the door open, loud laughter and a chair or
something get knocked over. Steve froze and then his
face filled with fear. He pulled back.
"'You better get dressed,' he said. 'That's him
for sure.'
"I hurriedly did so. We heard a female voice,