And when at last we were finished, I collapsed in his arms, there was a possibility that a kind word, a gentle caress, a soft kiss might have turned the entire experience into one that I would have always remembered as the most memorable in my life.

But that was something he was incapable of.

Instead, he pushed me away. I was at my weakest, most vulnerable point, and he just pushed me away with a terse, "Get dressed," and put his belt back through his pants loops.

He walked around to the driver's side, climbed in, lit a cigarette, and just sat there, waiting for me.

I climbed into the car after pulling my panties and my jeans back on, and stuffed my bra into my purse.

I took my time buttoning my blouse back up.

We didn't say a word on the drive back into town.

Needless to say, I didn't kiss him good night when he let me off at my house.

But then, neither did I break up with him, despite every bone in my body screaming for me to do just that.

I couldn't.

Until that day when Mary Beth talked with me. By that time, I was ready, and I was only waiting to be talked into it.

She did it.

I figured that it would be a little easier with him out of school for a week.

There was talk that Harry's family was going to press charges against him.

I thought that if ever there was a time for me to free myself of Johnny Waddell, it was now.

Boy, was I ever wrong!

KIDNAPPED TEEN

It was the night of the spring dance.

I was wearing a real pretty gown that I'd bought just for this occasion, and Tommy Allen was acting his usual goofy but sweet self, and we were having a good time.

He'd come by to pick me up from my house at six o'clock because we were going to go over to Center City for dinner first.