Now most boys his age would have been all for this, no questions asked, but this was the kid who was afraid to even talk about girls, much less touch them, and do things with them. xxx I was afraid he would accidently cut me. Trevor was my unofficial boyfriend, being that he was 22, and I was 15. Nothing to cover up the guilt and shame I felt sweeping over me. He turned the lights up a little bit. I woke up on a cold wood table in a dark room. Here was my boyfriend, the love of my life, giving me away like a cheap whore to his little brother. We couldn’t exactly be together. We couldn’t exactly be together. I cried out with the overwhelming sensation. “Stop. I bursted out in tears. “Okay,” Trevor said, “Here’s what’s gonna happen. He turned the
