"Well? Did you do it to hurt me?" she continued, finally looking up at me, a tear tumbling down her cheek.
I walked over to her and standing behind her laid my hands on her shoulders.
"NO! STOP!" she cried, pushing my hands off her as she stood and faced me, anger etched everywhere on her face.
I pulled her into my arms, holding her as she struggled to escape, pinning her hard against me as she started to sob. "You know I wanted you, that I loved you," she wailed as her tears fell on me. "OK, I know Izzy's prettier, but God professor, why'd you do it in front of me? Why'd you lead me on?" she asked, her eyes pleading, her words tugging at my heart.
I kissed the tears from her cheeks, and then held the struggling teen as my lips brushed hers, teasing, exploring, probing, prying; at last
