Sunday, Jul. 11, 2004 - 2:12 p.m.
Fourteen.

She knew the very first time she let a boy fumble uncomfortably between her legs that a transaction greater than fucking was taking place. He was buying his reputation and she was buying entry to a social strata she could not afford. She held her breath and pretended to enjoy it.

She looked with pity at the other girls, the good girls who cried when they refused, the good girls who did, and then cried when he told all his friends. She had no such crises. She did not confuse this with love.

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