a bad night
I can’t believe I was so stupid, I really thought he loved me. I was 14 and he was 19. He had been my boyfriend for about a month, against the wishes of my over baring mother. He was cute, 5 foot ten, curly brown hair and a lovely smile. I am a rather plain small breasted, girl topping the scales at 79 pounds. I have long blond hair that goes down to the small of my back.