“Of course. Henry, we always talk in a position of everything. ”
Henry threw the ball in the garage – hard. His face was red with rage, he turned and said to Diana: “You want to know what I kiss you twenty-one years old and I’m still a virgin whore”
With that the young man bowed his head and turned away from her, walking towards the backyard.
Diane did not know what to do. They followed him and found him sitting on the picnic bench. She put her arm around her shoulders.
“It’s going to happen, honey – and it will be fine One day the woman comes and go right so happy ..”
“That’s bullshit and you know it. And wait how long? Until I’m fifty can afford a prostitute?”
Diane drew closer, his head resting on his chest. She bent her head towards her on the head of his peace. His arms were around her, resting one hand, entry next to his chest.
“I can not. I do not pretend to Chris. I can not say, glad everyone’s buddy. I can not go back to college or a loser. ”
Diane put her hand under the chin Henry. She put on her head so she could see in his eyes.
“Henry, you’re a wonderful young man and …” Diane had nothing to add. She saw that his eyes were glassy. When she lowered her head to kiss his cheek, turned and their lips met his Henry.
She was so surprised this is from – it could not move for a while. The kiss is soft and sweet, but so, so wrong.
“Oh my God, Henry, me so sorry,” she said as she began to backtrack. Henry’s arm does not recede.
“Why, because I’m a loser? Because you’re ashamed of me? “