Focus on me

“He kissed me. That was my first kiss. He had a taste of beer, but that wasn't too bad. For some reason, I've always loved the taste of wine. He kisses me and my mind spins. When he told me to open my mouth… I did. Then everything was different. I'm not interested anymore. His tongue was sticky and kept moving inside my mouth like a snake, in and out. It's horrible. I tried to pull away but he wouldn't let me."

“My mother came in and caught me. Paulo jumped. His damned erection bulged in those ridiculous panties. But she wasn't mad at him. She was mad at me. She looked at the TV then back at us. I tried to explain but she just said, 'Is that what you do when I go to bed, Nana? Are you wearing some prostitute clothes and trying to seduce your father?"

“'He's not my father.' I said that, but that's not the point. I tried to explain that he was the one who kissed me. Not by my request. I don't really want him to do that. Paul said nothing. It's like he knows it's all about us and about