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around to the other side and got in. I was just about to start the car when I felt myself being pulled very roughly by the right arm, into his arms and finding my lips submerged by his. I really was so shocked that I didn't have a moment to put up any resistance. It took him about five seconds to start his exploring of me and I really stiffened and strug- gled free from his embrace. I never knew a boy could move his hands so fast and in so many directions at the same time. I told him that I hadn't picked him up for any reason other than to be nice. It took him about ten minutes to really convince himself that I wasn't going to be a bad girl. I told him to get out of the car and he said he would behave and get out about a mile from where we were parked. I was shaking quite badly and wanted to push him out on the sidewalk, without opening the door! We reached the designated stop, he opened the door, turned, looked at me and smiled. The character wanted to know when we could have another date! I smiled icily and informed him, when hell would freeze over. I almost ran over his toes. This was the last time I ripped up my clothes but I really felt terrible about the whole business. Never again would I ever put on a skirt. I kept that promise for a whole

month.

Then it happened. I had returned home from a morning class, had a bite to eat and informed my mother that I was going to my room to study. I did go to my room but first went to hers and picked up a complete outfit. I shut my door and changed com- pletely. By this time, I was a pro and could act- ually study without the feeling of silks and satins distracting me too much. I had studyed for about an hour when I found that I needed one of my text books that was in the den, just across the hall from my bedroom. Opening the door quietly, I stepped out when no suspicious sounds were heard. I made an ex- tremely pretty picture for my mother, just as she turned the corner. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes turned glassy. I wish I could say that we had