When I was 12 years old my parents started to take the summer off and go away leaving me alone. Well except when I was 12 and my sister and her husband came to ‘babysit’ me.
The next summer I was left alone, except I had girlfriends staying with me.
This continued every summer.
As I got older the summer without my parents became party time for me and my friends. I really wasn’t much into partying, but I loved having my friends around.
My friends, on the other hand, loved to party.
During this time I met someone. He was tall, blonde, handsome, and had a motorcycle. The motorcycle was a big draw to me since my first boyfriend, who broke up with me for another girl (long story), had a motorcycle too.
The summer we met, at my home while my parents were away, was magical, at least to a young teen. I was so taken by him, I guess as much as a young teenage girl can be.
Anyways, one thing led to another and we became intimate. That summer I was very happy. I loved the parties more because he was there and we were together.
I remember one night he stayed over, and of course one thing led to another.
I was sound asleep when I heard a knock on the door. It was a couple of my ‘guy’ friends wanting to party. I told them we were all asleep and to come back the next day.
As I walked back to my bedroom, and my boyfriend, I felt different. I felt like there was something that had changed in me. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew something had changed.
Little did I know this was the start of something that would change my life forever.…
