My head was still in turmoil as I woke up. Why? Why had I fallen for their feminine charms? Even if they never reported me, never did anything, it didn't change that I had done it. And in front of Amy too! Why? What should I do about it?

A short shower cleared my head. I had to confront them, at the very least. Perhaps that could shed some light on why they had done that. So I did. It was eight in the morning, and they were to be picked up around ten, and I expected them to be awake right about this time.

I expected right. When I got to Amy's room, the shower was going, and the other girls were in various states of dress and undress. Stephanie was in the shower, apparently. Even after what had happened yesterday, it appeared that none of the girls was ready to be nude in front of me yet. Chingli was wearing nothing, but holding up a hot pink shirt in an attempt to cover herself. Tracy glared at me as she pulled up her shorts hastily to cover up...were those men's boxers? And Amy...Amy was nude as well, but she just gawked a bit, looking awkward.

"Be downstairs in half an hour. Breakfast is bacon, eggs, and toast." I said with a cold tone. Then I shut the door and left, trying to tame my raging cock.

I had to cook frantically to get the meal ready within half an hour, but I had four sets of toast, eggs, and bacon ready for when they came down. They came down a bit later than expected, however, leaving me to wait while reading in the kitchen.

The way the four girls walked downstairs...I can only describe it as confrontational. Chingli seemed to strut confidently, Tracy walking by her side. Amy also looked ready for a fight, if a bit less so. Even shy Stephanie wasn't trying to hide behind the others.

Chingli wore a yellow tank top and short blue jeans, that would have seemed slutty on anyone else but that little Asian tigress. Tracy was going full-on male garb today, basketball shorts that matched badly with her button-up shirt. Amy had on a pink blouse and knee-length shorts, and she looked...adorable. Stephanie wore another dress, white this time, that made her look absolutely pure and innocent. Her shy blue eyes met mine for a moment before darting away.

They seemed surprised when I didn't say anything and simply offered them their seats. They eyed me warily as they ate, and always seemed to expect me to say something.

I did, but I first waited until they finished. "What were you thinking last night?" I asked, trying not to explode.

Chingli gave the others a look, then began. "Listen...Jake. You are obviously in the wrong here. You have sexually molested four girls, and had intercourse with two of them. Not only that, there is video evidence of it. But, if you were to...forget about this, then so would we, for now. We can all walk away with parents none the wiser."

This sounded extremely appealing to me. But... "How can I trust you'll keep quiet about this?"

Chingli shrugged. "You can't. But it'd ruin our lives, at the very least, to be victims of the rape. Plus, there's an off chance the people might accept your story versus ours, and that would not end well for either of us."

I gave in. "Very well, if you keep mum about this, then so will I. I do not expect to see you ever again." I stood, walked over, and extended a hand for her to shake.

Chingli raised a hand to her mouth in mock horror. "Don't tell me you didn't like last night? And listen..." she looked sly, "we hold all the cards here. You hold almost none. So I suggest you just go about your normal life, as if this had never happened."

I tried not to grimace. "Very well."

They left not much later. Amy and I waved them from the front door, smiling, a normal child and her servant. When we went inside, however...

"Can I watch T.V?" Amy asked innocently. I tried not to notice how nervous she looked.

"What were YOU thinking last night?" I asked, keeping my anger out of my voice. "I thought you were a good kid!"

Ouch. That must have cut deep. She looked quite hurt.

"I...I am..." She trailed off, trying to collect her thoughts.

"Then what the hell was that? I'm very disappointed in you, Amy."

She had organized herself a bit. "But...well, you can't do anything to me, right? That's what Chingli said!" Amy looked a bit more confident.

"No, Chingli IMPLIED that I couldn't do anything publicly. But privately..." I let her imagination do the work.

Amy gave in at last, her face a mask of dawning horror as she imagined what I could do with her at home. I bet I probably couldn't have thought of half as many things. "I'm so sorry, Jake!" she wailed as she threw herself into me. She began to blubber a bit. "But...we were curious...and Chingli had some website...and it was fun...and it felt good...and then Stephanie said she had a crush...and we thought it'd be fun...and...and..."

I rubbed little circles on her back. My heart forgave her, even if my mind did not. "There...there..." I said soothingly. "I'm sorry for making you like this...but I needed to hear what your point of view is. It seems like Chingli is quite the bully."

Amy peeled her face off of my suit, tears streaming down. "No she's not! She's a good friend, but she sometimes..."

"Okay, okay. Sorry. Anyways, I forgive you, so let's decide on what to do for the rest of the morning." It was clear that this was a painful topic, now, for her, so I resolved to bury it under as many things as I could. "What homework do you have?"

She wiped her tears away. "I don't want to do my homework until the weekends." It was Tuesday, so...

"A whole week without homework? Then what will you do?"

"Well...I was thinking today...we could go shopping?" Amy looked hopeful. "I still have a LOT of my allowance left..."

And it was agreed. Amy washed her face, got her purse, and we began to drive to the mall, a huge, multistory complex chock full of everything not needed for survival. It was a half hour drive down to the mall, so we talked, to a background of Franz Ferdinand's Take Me Out.

"You know," Amy began, "Stephanie has a crush on you."

I chuckled, but inside, felt quite interested. "I know, I could tell from her behavior last night."

I saw Amy smile through the rearview mirror. "Yeah, she really wanted your thing in her thing, but Chingli said no, because she lived too close, and could do it anytime anyways."

"Yeah, I remember." It made me happy how Amy still censored herself. Maybe not all innocence was lost. "Where does Stephanie live?"

"Oooooh...Steph and Jake, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G." Amy broke up laughing.

I smiled too. "It's not for THAT...fine, don't tell me!" I adopted a hurt tone.

"She lives on...that street! That house." Amy said, pointing. I made a mental note. "So..." It appeared Amy was okay with talking about last night, so I decided to press a bit, "why didn't you do anything? I mean, I understand Tracy, since she is probably a lesbian, but...are you...did you..." Oh crap. Now I was stumbling like a five-year-old at a poetry recital.

Apparently, Amy was no better off. She spluttered for a few seconds, then "I...I don't know. I don't think I'm lesbian, because I...I wanted you last night. But I...couldn't. Because you probably didn't want me to, you know, do it. And I was afraid of what you'd say afterwards...but I really wanted to. And I still want to. But don't tell Stephanie, cause she's the one with the crush, not me!" Amy looked horrified at revealing too much.

I spoke carefully. "It is...good that you didn't try last night. You are right, I don't think I would have ever looked at you the same if you had." We pulled into the parking lot, bringing an end to the conversation. Thankfully.

Amy held my hand like she did when she was nervous. Except here, I was the cause of the nervousness...

It all vanished after we got a Jamba Juice (Pink Star for her, White Gummy Bear for me), and walked down the mall to shop. J.C Penney child section first. Amy stacked load after load of clothing into my arms, and we headed into the changing rooms to try them.

It was a blur. I sat on the bench outside while Amy changed into set after set after set of clothing. Many were rejected, some at my opinion, some at hers. Brown hair just doesn't go well with black khakis. In fact, I don't think anything does.

Suddenly... "Oh no!" Amy exclaimed from inside the changing room.

"What?"

"I'm stuck!"

"Stuck? How?"

"I can't get this off!"

"How can I help?"

"Help me pull it off!"

"The door's locked!"

A clicking sound. "C'mon, help me!"

I opened the door and entered. The shirt was indeed stuck. She had chosen to try on a tight purple shirt with a starry design on it. Unfortunately, the one she had chosen appeared to be twenty sizes too small, and, while attempting to take it off, it looked like it had gotten stuck. Her breasts were exposed, and the jeans she had been trying on were unzipped and half off. Despite these, she looked extremely thankful to see me.

"Help me, Jake, c'mon!" So I pulled, and she pulled, and I pulled harder. Finally, after a few minutes of maneuvering, the shirt came off. I rolled my eyes as she smiled.

It was at this moment our door opened. I stood up, prepared to mentally, verbally, and physically defend myself or Amy. It turned out I didn't have to.

Stephanie stood there, in the same white dress she had worn this morning. She had a couple of clothes on their hangers, and probably expected to try them on. She looked absolutely stunned at the position Amy and I were in. And I admit, I would have too. Amy was topless, her tiny little breasts wide open, and her making no attempt to cover them. Her jeans were unzipped and halfway down, and I looked a bit tousled from the shirt caper.

Stephanie looked indecisive, but, thankfully, Amy was not. "Get her!" she hissed. So, against my better judgment, I lunged forward, grabbed Stephanie around her waist, and brought her in with us into the cramped cubicle.

Now Stephanie began to respond. Ignoring me, she turned to Amy. "I thought you said..." she never finished the sentence, as she began to weep softly. Thankfully. The last thing I needed right now was the mall police force coming in.

For the next few minutes, Amy and I were a chaos of voices, both trying to calm and soothe Stephanie, explaining how it was a mistake. Somehow, we managed to get her to stop crying and understand. "Are you...you sure nothing happened?"

I shook my head as Amy shook hers, and we nearly clunked together. "Absolutely not." I said. "It was all a misunderstanding, I promise you, Stephanie."

She looked appeased. But then... "Then make love to me, right here, right now." Stephanie looked extremely bold, her chin jutting out, hands on hips.

For a moment, Amy and I were stunned. Then, excuses began to pour from our lips. Amy stopped first, to let me do the talking. "Listen, Stephanie, we can't do it...here, because...well, there's cameras and people. Why don't you arrange a playdate with Amy sometime, and we can do it then, okay?" I could not believe the words from my mouth. I wasn't supposed to encourage this type of action.

Stephanie sniffed, but looked a bit thankful. "Fine. I'll arrange one right now." She turned to Amy, who had managed to zip up her jeans and wiggle into her original shirt. "Can I come over this afternoon? Would that be fine?"

Amy shrugged and nodded. Stephanie glided out the door, already taking out her iPhone. I glanced at Amy. She shrugged again.

I left so Amy could gather up all her clothes, and separate the ones she wanted. Stephanie was outside, talking to her mom. "Please, mom? We'll study chemistry...yes, Jake's here. Okay."

She handed the phone to me. "My mom wants to talk to you," she whispered.

I picked the phone. "Hello, Mrs..."

"McArthur."

"Ah. I understand Stephanie wants to come over to Amy's house?"

"Yes, she told me that. I was just checking to make sure it was fine with you. And also to ensure that they would study, as Stephanie said."

"I will ensure that they study. And I am fine with it. How long do you propose this should be?"

"Well, I don't want Steph to be a burden, so how about from now until five or so? I'll pick her up. Also, if you're going to eat lunch at the mall, have her buy her own. God knows I give her enough allowance."

I laughed. "Okay, will do. Anything else you need to tell me?"

"No, but can you give the phone back to Steph?"

I did, and they talked a bit, and Stephanie hung up. We then sat there awkwardly as Amy sorted through her clothes inside the changing room. I was stiff as a statue, eyes locked on the room. From the corner of my eye, I could see Stephanie glancing around randomly, trying to look at me and make it look like she wasn't looking.

After what seemed like hours, Amy came out. She took one look at us, both formal and stiff as posts, and burst out laughing. She was still giggling as she handed me the clothes she wanted and the money to pay for them.

She started to talk with Stephanie as we walked to the cash registers. Stephanie had lost her random burst of courage, and now talked quietly and shyly and as little as she usually did.

We finished buying the clothes, and went to Cheesecake Factory for lunch. I had a shepherd's pie, Amy had pasta with marinara sauce, and Stephanie had a fish of some sort or the other.

For dessert, we had (what else?) red velvet cheesecake.

Amy and Stephanie conversed in whispers the whole time, looking at me every now and then. I dutifully ignored them, focusing on the meal.

I drove them to the house, and, all through the twenty minutes or so, they conversed almost silently. Okay, now it was getting a bit bothersome...

We arrived at the house. It was around two in the afternoon, and the sun was almost oppressive in its summer heat. The doors clunked open ominously, echoing through the grand old house, and shut like prison doors. I held the keys in one hand, and Amy's collection of bags from J.C Penney in the other. I turned to them, talking. "So, what do you girls wish to do now?"

It was obvious as soon as I lay eyes on them. Stephanie had set her purse aside, and was wriggling out of her dress. Amy just stood there, and when our eyes met, she shrugged, as if to say, What can I do?

Stephanie had gotten her dress off easily, and took off her panties too. She had just noticed she was the only one nude between us three...

She blushed and tried to cover her chest. "I thought...I wanted to...ummm..." She inched back toward her clothes, reluctant to put them on, but also reluctant to stay nude.

I sighed. It was time to lay down the law. "Stephanie...you're a beautiful girl, and all, and I liked what you did last night, but the fact is, we can't. It's just not right. You should really find someone you truly love, and wait for it to happen, okay? Now why don't you and Amy go and watch some T.V or play some games or something. I'll tell your mother you studied."

I gave her a conspiratorial wink.

Stephanie surprised us all. "No! I want to do it! And if you don't I'll...I'll call Chingli! And we'll...send you to jail!" Despite her strong words, I could see that Stephanie was actually quite weak here. I hated myself for doing it, but...

"Listen, Steph, that's blackmail. And if you do that, we won't be making love. We'll be fucking." I saw them both wince at the word. Stephanie was persistent, though. "But...I came here to do it with you!"

"I know. But, if you really want it to be serious, and to be amazing, you need to find someone you love, and you need to let it happen on its own." I was shooting in the dark now. Stephanie looked stubborn and about to cry. "Fine. But I want you to know that I love you, Jake."

I smiled sadly. "Yes, I know, Stephanie. But how about let's go play some games or something?"

Amy nodded vigorously, happy to get out of this awkward confrontation. So we went to the game room in our wing. Funnily enough, it was somewhat unused, still organized from the last time I had cleaned it. Amy had originally been obsessed with this room, with the Wii, and the PS3, and any board game you could think of. But, as she grew older, the Internet captured her, and she began to play Farmville and Restaurant City on Facebook. She became obsessed with them; in fact, she created an account just for her games, and made me play her games so I could give her things.

But I really had expected the girls yesterday to use this room, if only for a bit. After all, one of the main points in a sleepover was the games, right? But I guess they had been obsessed with other things...

We played Wii first, Just Dance, and Stephanie absolutely and totally beat us by thousands of points, with her perfect timing and quick adapting. Then, we played Pictionary, where I drew for both of them. We played a game of Monopoly, in which, eventually, Stephanie and I had to pool resources to compete against Amy's aggressive strategy. I dismissed myself around 3:40 or so, when they proposed a game of Truth or Dare. I thought I knew where this would lead, and decided upon the policy of "hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil."

I went to my room and read one of the Dresden Files' books, and engrossed myself in the adventures of the wizard. I ended up so buried in the story, I didn't notice Amy and Stephanie had come in the room. They had to knock on the door to get my attention. I looked up.

And covered my eyes out of modesty. Stephanie was naked, and not covering anything, although I could see that she really wanted to. Amy was half naked too, only wearing panties and one sock, but grinning with her chest thrust out. "Oh come off it Jake. You've seen us all naked, and me more than the others."

I dutifully uncovered my eyes. "And what, pray tell, happened here?" I asked Amy. She smiled even more widely.

"Well, we were playing Truth or Dare, except there were some that were a bit...touchy, so we made up a rule. If you didn't want to answer a Truth or do a Dare, you could take off a piece of clothing, and the other person wasn't allowed to do the Truth or Dare again. Except Stephanie ran out of clothing faster than I did, cause I wore socks today. So now she has to masturbate in front of you!"

I looked to Stephanie. "Is this true?" She blushed hard, and nodded, her long blonde hair swaying. I sighed. "Do you want me to close my eyes then? That would still count, and you wouldn't have to be so embarrassed."

She shook her head violently. "No I...I want you to watch."

With that, she began. She started standing up, one of her fingers gently and slowly pushing into her vagina while the other was at her nipples. Her face held an expression of pure ecstasy, and her eyes focused on nothing in particular. She sighed breathlessly as her middle finger reached the deepest point in her vagina, and she began to thrust it back and forth gently.

Her other hand began to rub circles right above her cute little vagina, probably stimulating her clit. Stephanie began to moan as her pussy grew wet, and her eyes locked on me, roaming all over my body, paying special attention to my growing hard-on, suppressed only by my pants. I saw Stephanie gazed hungrily at it as she moved faster and faster, as small droplets now beginning to come from her pussy. Dimly, from the corner of my site, I saw Amy hesitantly run a finger up and down the front of her panties.

Stephanie came hard. Her voice rose in pitch, hitting an almost-scream then breaking off as she fell to her knees, both hands still working hard. "Jake!" she managed to squeal as her pussy shot out two small spurts of girl cum. She was breathing hard, and her face was red, but she looked like she had the time of her life.

She also looked like an animal in heat. And before I knew it, Stephanie had crawled over to me, and began to scrabble at my pants. "I must...I really want you, Jake. I really do. Please, make love with me, have sex with me, do whatever you want with me. But I want you, right now, I want you everywhere!" she begged.

My cock popped up. I was so surprised, I could only stare as Stephanie voraciously gobbled it up. Despite the experienced way she was sucking me, her eyes carried with it that innocence that made her so appealing, so beautiful. She pulled off, noticing my surprised stare. "Am I doing this right? After I left, I went on the Internet and searched up how to do it, and stuff, and then I practiced on my tube of toothpaste. Look what I can do now!" She shoved my cock all the way down her throat, and held it there for a good five seconds before she backed away, coughing.

"That must have taken...a lot of practice." I said lamely. She giggled.

"It did, but it was totally worth it," she responded shyly. "But that's not what I'm here for. Umm...can you put your thing in my thing? Please, Jake? It feels like the right time for me.

My body's all hot, and my private area tingles every time I touch it, and every time you touch me, I feel..." She trailed off.

I decided to play the last card. "Stephanie, I can't actually have sex with you. You see, girls have something in their vaginas, called a hymen. It would stop me from going very far into you, and I would have to break it. Breaking the hymen is also called losing your virginity. If I broke it, it would hurt, and blood would come out. But the main thing is, your virginity is special, and you should only give it to that special someone, okay? And I like you, and you like me, but I can't be that special someone to you. I'm sorry, Stephanie..." I gave her a pat on the head.

Her face grew frightened and unhappy as I went on. I thought that was simply because I had denied her, and I felt bad, but good at the same time. I had saved this girl's innocence, or as much as could be salvaged, for today.

I was wrong. "Blood? And it hurts? I think I...I think I already lost my virginity!" Stephanie wailed, looking absolutely miserable.

I could not even breathe for a few seconds. "W-w-what?" I asked. Amy looked a bit green as well. Slowly, with many pauses, Stephanie told us her story. It had been just her and Chingli that one day, and they had been at the park while their parents went out shopping. Chingli had taken Stephanie into the bathroom, to show her something. There, the little Asian devil had taken out a dildo, and they had used it. Somehow, Chingli had shoved it up too far while showing Stephanie how to use it, and poof! There went virginity. Apparently, Stephanie had almost been sent into hysterics, if it hadn't been for Chingli's assurances.

Emotion dropped from my face as I tried to keep my rage controlled. Chingli! That...demon! She had no idea what she was doing, nor the implications of what she had done! Somehow, I vowed, someday, I would get revenge. But for now, I needed to find the extent of what had been done. My voice was neutral as I spoke. "So, Stephanie. Have you used a dildo or done anything like that after you lost your virginity?"

Stephanie shook her head vigorously, looking contemplative. "Well, I never shoved anything that deep anymore, because I was afraid it'd make me bleed again, but I used my fingers a lot..."

I looked skeptical. "Then what about yesterday, when you were about to take me in?"

She blushed. Okay, I must admit, throughout all this, I my eyes devoured Stephanie's nubile body. Despite my best attempts not to, I felt much sexual desire for this pretty blonde doll.

Her purity and innocence called to me as much as her personality and body. Her blush...I loathe to admit it, but the adorable reddening of her face followed by the way she tended to bite her lip right afterwards...it made me want to grab her and fuck her right there. "I...I didn't care about the consequences." Stephanie said. "I just wanted to make love with you, have you.

And I still want to. Can we, please? I'm feeling it now!" She looked desperate. Despite all my qualms, I found myself willing to oblige.

One last thing. I turned to Amy, away from Stephanie. Amy had been masturbating, her cotton panties pushed down to her knees, her fingers slick and wet with juice. But she had stopped to listen to the conversation. "Did you lose your virginity to Chingli, Amy?"

She turned crimson, and shook her head, brown hair flying. Then she added, quietly, "But I still lost it."

"WHAT?!" I roared at her. "What happened? Who was it? How...?" I couldn't speak. How could Amy, beautiful, pure Amy, have lost her virginity? I felt an extreme possessiveness, almost fatherly, and an urge to rip the poor soul who had popped Amy's cherry apart.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Stephanie jump and look about for a place to hide as I shouted. Amy herself looked frightened. "I wasn't willing!" she protested. "I was walking home one night, and it was before we were rich and all, so we lived in a bad community. A man, he...came out of a car, and he grabbed me, and..." Amy began to sob a bit, remembering the terrifying event.

I recanted my anger. It should not have been directed toward these two unfortunate girls, one having lost her virginity to a devil in human shape, the other to a sort of inverse lottery.

"I'm sorry, Amy." I gentled my voice. "I didn't mean to shout at you. It's just...you're like a daughter to me, Amy, and I want to see you safe, no matter how old you grow. And...I don't know, even though I wasn't there for you at the time, I feel...somehow I should have been. I'm sorry, Amy."

She gave no sign she had accepted or even heard the apology. Instead, Amy just turned away and kept on crying softly into her cupped palms. "Go...go have sex with Stephanie. Leave me alone." She stood up and quickly walked out of the room. I heard her door slam across the hall.

Stephanie and I shared a look. Clearly the look we shared was misinterpreted, since, directly afterwards, Stephanie hopped up onto the bed, faced me, laid back, and spread her legs as wide as she could. "C'mon. You heard what she said!" Stephanie gave me a shy smile.

I was torn. Should I have followed Amy? I probably should have. But the musky scent of arousal filled the room, and I suddenly became little more than a sex drive on legs. Stephanie looked amazingly appealing, almost like an angel, a radiant smile on her face, her blonde hair a beautiful halo. I could not resist.

Luckily, I still kept some semblance of reason. I didn't just rape her like an animal. I went to her, and leaned over her, and kissed her. She tasted like...well, I'll let you imagine what purity tastes like. Our kiss was chaste, and she looked absolutely glowing as we pulled apart. "Come in me!" she whispered. "Right now!"

And so I entered her. Stephanie was pure heaven, and it wasn't just her tight, warm, almost velvety pussy that made me say this. On her face, it looked like she felt only pleasure, no pain. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, and her hands gripped my back tightly.

I finally bottomed out, my cock fully in her. I hadn't believed such a small girl could take it all, but there it was. She opened her eyes. "Did you make it? Is that all the way?"

Stephanie looked down, and seemed stunned that she had been able to make it. "It's...all the way inside me. I have you, all the way inside me." Her expression was of pure joy and euphoria.

"I'm going to start moving now." I informed her softly. She nodded.

As I began to slowly, very slowly thrust in and out, Stephanie wiggled her hips as well. "Mmm...it feels good." she said. My mouth went first to her nipple, then to her mouth, as we shared in that feeling that has captured humans since the beginning of time.

We were French kissing furiously as we came. I had never gone past a certain speed, for fear of hurting her, but as I felt the orgasm building up, I lost my mind. My tongue entwined feverishly with hers, I moved faster and faster, slamming her hard. Through it all, Stephanie never gave a single bit of protest, just moved her hips in time with mine.

I crushed her tiny body against mine as I shot my load deep, deep, ever so deep in her. She screamed her pleasure into my mouth as she scratched at my back. I felt her girl cum flowing down our intertwined legs, as we both collapsed back on the bed. The kiss finally broke as I slowly and reluctantly pulled out of her warm, wet sheath.

Stephanie's eyes were starry and bright, and she felt as warm as the sun itself. "That was...I can't even..."

I chuckled and pressed a finger to her lips. "Don't even try. I saw how you felt, and it looked amazing, to say the least."

She flung her arms back around me. "Oh I love you, Jake. I want you to be mine forever and ever..." she trailed off as she began to look afraid, eyes on a point behind me.

I was afraid as well. "What's wrong?"

"The time, the time!"

And indeed, the time. It was 4:30, and Stephanie's parents were due around 5:00. Under normal circumstances, this would have seemed amazing time, but both Stephanie and I were sticky, hot, and wet...

We made it, luckily. Stephanie took a quick body shower, to rinse herself off, and combed her hair as best she could. I did the same. We both dressed, and went downstairs to wait. The last few minutes before the doorbell were awkward. Stephanie reached over and held my hand, giving me that timid smile that had always captured me, but I could only think of poor Amy. I desperately wanted to check on her, but I had to wait for Stephanie's mom...

I waved them off, smiling, claiming that Amy was not feeling well, which was quite true. As soon as the door was shut and locked, I sprang up the stairs, three at a time, and nearly sprinted down the hallway to her room.

Amy lay on the bed, frighteningly still, her back to the door, still nude. For a moment, I thought she had overdosed on something, due to her sadness, and committed suicide. For one frightening moment, the scariest in my lifetime, I thought I had lost my precious Amy.

But she was fine. I sat down on the bed next to her, and stroked her tousled hair, straightening it as best I could. Her pretty brown eyes were closed, and she breathed slowly, so I tried to be gentle, to keep this moment going for that much longer. Tear marks ran down her face, and I tried my best to wipe them away with my fingers.

What was this? She was holding something, a picture frame it looked like. She had it pressed closer to her breast, and I could only see the back of the frame. Hmm...

Through what seemed like an hour of maneuvering, I finally managed to get it out and get a look at it. Amy let it go with a sigh, and moved a bit, to make herself more comfortable.

I nearly cried as I saw the photo. I was touched to the core. It was from a few months ago, when, during spring break, Amy and I had gone to a wedding, not only to see the wedding, but also to see her parents. Many photos had been taken, a few of me with Amy, but the majority were of Amy and her other family members. But this one...

In it, I wore the tuxedo that the family had rented me just for the occasion. Amy had been a flower girl, and wore the pretty, white, frilled flower girl dress. She wore a wreath on her head, and a golden rose necklace at her throat. I don't remember the exact circumstances, but we had been joking around about marriage and things like that, and Amy had proposed we take a picture.

The aisle was still being set up, and the last minute preparations occupied everyone else, so we had snuck to the empty aisle, set up a camera, and taken a series of pictures. This was one of the ones she had liked the most, a moment of spontaneity. I had swept her up in my arms, and was holding her, laughing hard. Amy was nearly doubled up giggling, and trying to keep her balance and her eye on the camera. Despite the empty pews, it really did look like we were getting married, except for the age difference and the notable lack of rings.

I noticed the frame for the first time. I had never seen it before. It was a pretty silver thing, set with small, fake diamonds and with the cursive words "My Love" written on the bottom left hand corner. I began to take my other hand from her hair, but her hand stopped me. I looked to Amy, and she looked at me. Her eyes glistened with tears, and I noticed nothing but her face, despite her nudity. She looked hopeful and despairing, happy and sad, in the way only a child can look.

"I love you Jake," she said, pushing her body closer, onto mine, sitting up, running a hand down from my hair onto my face.

"I love you too, Amy."

And there we sat, in our little piece of eternity.