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alone. No note, no nothing, nothing but the scent of his cologne on the pillow next to me and a sore body as my proof he was ever there. I thought we had some kind of connection that night. It wasn’t just sex. At least it wasn’t for me. He turned out to be amazing, the way he paid attention to me and my body.
    The fun we had together during those few hours in the middle of the night were not just some random hook up. I never laughed and connected with a guy like I had with him. We talked and fell into a comfortable zone.
    Well I guess I was wrong because he walked out without a word after. I was stupid enough to spread my legs and let him in. That night keeps haunting me at every turn no matter what I do. The embarrassment from it goes on and on.
    I arrived at my parent’s house that following evening for my party and was totally humiliated. I’d worn a spaghetti strap yellow sundress, I had bought weeks before just for the party. It was a hot day and night, making the dress perfect. That is until my mom walked up behind me in the yard. I had been sitting thinking about Dimples leaving without a word and I had started to perspire in the heat. I absentmindedly scooped my hair up and clipped it up with a clip from my purse.
    My mom pinched my ribs and giggled in my ear. “I see you finally decided to have a little fun,” she chortled.
    I wrinkled my nose and looked over my shoulder at her. “What do you mean,” I asked confused.
    She threw her head back and laughed. “Tam you may want to put your hair back down. You have passion marks all over you,” she laughed harder as the color drained from my face. “Oh baby you didn’t know. There is a huge one on the back of your neck and one here,” she poked my back. “And one is peeking out here.” She poked the side of my dress by my ribs.
    I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. “Oh mom, I am so sorry,” I reached to tear my hair back down to camouflage. My mom fluffed my hair and arranged it to help hide the marks. I had seen the one on my inner thigh this afternoon and the two on my belly and I thought it was funny until I got annoyed again that he left and didn’t say anything.
    “Sorry for what,” my mom sighed. “You are a beautiful woman and obviously you found someone who is passionate about that beauty. You worry about what everyone else thinks and wants too much, Tamara. Your father and I are proud of you. Now, will we be meeting this young man today?”
    “No, mommy,” I said sadly, realizing for the first time how much knowing that I wouldn’t see him again hurt.
    “Tam, look at me. You have always made decisions that were right for you. We all may not agree with them when you make them but in the end you always make them work. It amazes me every time and I wonder what I did to get such a special daughter.” My mom brushed a lock of hair behind my ear.
    “Thanks mom,” I said and gave her a fierce hug.
    When I got home that night I stripped down and found the map of Dimples’ journey around my body. Who does that? I wish I could believe in my mother’s words now. Since that night all my decisions have seem to bite me in the behind, like not wearing protection. I had to be wasted. I would never do something like that. I have known since I was sixteen that I have an allergic reaction to birth control. My doctor tried to regulate my cycle with it and needless to say it didn’t go so well.
    I should have taken a morning after pill or something, but I didn’t even remember how stupid I had been until three days later. When Stacey cornered me and Reese to spill all the details of her night with Dimples’ friend, it hit me what I had done. She was busy going on and on about him being hung like a horse and that’s when the memories hit me. I couldn’t remember one condom being used, but I could remember orgasm after orgasm where I went over the edge and I felt him follow.
    So I am not surprised that there is a test in my bathroom that is