On Sunday, I visited the packhouse with Flora. They were having a barbecue, and everyone was drinking, eating, and having fun, others are dancing to a fast song. "If you brought me out just so I can confess and tell you who my boyfriend is, you're mistaken. I'm not telling you," Flora said sternly. "I only brought you because you've been confined to your room the whole week, and I thought you needed air." This girl has absolutely refused to reveal her boyfriend's name. Her grandmother grounded her to get her to talk. "Luna, here you are." A tall, thin man brought me a platter of different meats and veggies. "Thank you." "What about me?" Flora complained. The man blushed. "I'll bring you a plate, my princess, forgive me." "No, we'll share, thank you." I smiled. We sat at the bench, in the corner, and away from prying ears. "Have you had sex?" I asked, and she flushed, but shook her head no. "But we've kissed, tongue and all. And he touched my breasts, and my bottom, mu
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