Five Years Ago-Age Nineteen

I curled up in a ball on my bed, wishing Dee didn't have a night class this evening. I badly needed a girl around. I didn't know if it was normal to discuss these things with a mother, since I'd never had one, but girls did discuss sex with their girlfriends, right? I was just glad Daddy didn't have a treatment today and had turned in early.

How stupid of me to have romanticized the idea of sex. There wasn't a damn thing romantic about it. I ...