He hoots as he passes. Another one whistles. I know this is stupid, inviting trouble. But it feels so good to be wanted, I can’t help myself.

I wonder where love really is. Good feelings. Happiness. They’re someplace, I know. I feel that. But without Father and Mother, how do I get there?

Everyone says your first time should be magical. You should be in love. You should feel safe. Because you can’t go back once you’ve done it. That will always be your first time. Years later...