"I LIKE YOU..A LOT" HE SAID. NOT LOVE, JUST LIKE. I WAS SEVENTEEN.HE WAS THIRTY. I NEEDED SOME ATTENTION DESPERATELY. SOMETIMES YOU BLAMED IT ON YOUR DADDY ISSUES, OTHER TIME YOU JUST KNEW IT WAS YOU. WHAT MADE YOU THIS WAY YOU ASKED A THOUSAND TIMES OVER, BUT YOU CANT REALLY CARE. YOU LET HIM HAVE HIS WAY WITH YOU, BECAUSE DEEP DOWN YOU HOPED HE MIGHT COME TO LOVE YOU, NEED YOU FOR MORE THAN JUST HIS CARNAL DESIRES. THEY SAY THE BEST LIES ARE HALF TRUTHS. BUT WHAT IF SAYING THE TRUTH COMPROMISES EVERYTHING THAT YOU LOVED, DO YOU STILL SPEAK IT. THE FIRST TIME I MET HIM, HE WAS EVERYTHING I BELIEVED A LOVED ONE SHOULD BE. NOT NECESSARILY NICE, BUT ALWAYS THERE. AFTER OUR FIRST DATE HE HAD TOLD ME "I WANT TO FUCK YOU", AND I HAD POINTED OUT THAT HE WAS TOO OLD FOR ME, AND HE HAD SAID "SO?" AND I KEPT QUITE AS USUAL. I WASN'T EVEN THINKING OF THE CONSEQUENCES BUT I CLEARLY REMEMBER THE SCENT HE WAS WEARING, IT WAS TOM FORD. HE SMELLED RICH, POWER...