Yeah. But he... he wasn’t very good at it, though. He didn’t know how to make it good for girls. I didn’t even know it could be that good for girls back then. But I did it anyway - and it was because I wanted to. I did agree. I'm not saying I didn't.

Anyway, I used to have sex with him, but I stopped when I started going out with this other guy. Then my boyfriend moved away, and the old guy started coming back around. I told him I wasn’t really interested in him anymore, but he grabbed me and put me up against the wall and we had sex anyway. And I let him. I told him no and I tried to push him off at first, but then I stopped trying.

He was an asshole, but I kinda get why he thought I’d be okay with it, ‘cause we did used to do it regularly, so... and he was trying to be nice. He came and found me. He brought me a six-pack of soda. I can't blame him too much for getting confused.

So what about times like that? 'Cause... there's been times like that.