Free Passion Follows Pain (Passion Series Book 3) by J. A Melville Page B

you go just now? I asked if you would like me to meet this young man of yours first?”
    I gave her a look of surprise. “Seriously? You would do that for me?”
    “Of course. You’re not going out until Saturday night, it’s Wednesday now. You bring that man here and let me meet him.”
    “Ok I will ask him when I see him next. He hasn’t been out walking with me the last couple of nights. I’m not sure if he’s angry with me because I ran off and left him.”
    “Why did you run away from him? Did he try something? I’ll be sure to give him a piece of my mind when I meet him.” Daisy’s expression looked suddenly quite fierce and I found myself giggling softly.
    “He…he…he kissed me.” I said softly.
    “Oh did he really? Was he that bad huh?” Her face was filled with what looked like sympathy and I laughed again. Daisy could be so funny, she didn’t act like an old woman at all.
    “No that’s not what I meant. He has the most beautiful soft lips.” My mind drifted to that kiss and my fingers touched my own lips as I remembered.
    “Oh sweet girl, you do like this boy don’t you? Yet I suspect you’re letting your past influence you having a future. Don’t make that mistake. Life can be over in the blink of an eye, in a moment, never take it for granted. Youth does not guarantee time. We never know when, why or how it can all be lost to us.” She reached out and patted my shoulder. “Now we’ve established he has lovely soft lips and I’m guessing he can kiss so what’s the problem? Why are you still so hesitant?”
    “I…it’s just that…well…he…I…what if….what if…what if he wants more?” I stammered. “He…he…I know he wanted to….you know….when he kissed me….he…he was hard. I…I…I can’t do that...I just can’t.” I finally said my voice little more than a whisper.
    With my eyes lowered, too embarrassed to look at Daisy, I missed the frown she directed at me. “Have you considered laying down some ground rules? Didn’t you say he offered to bring friends so you wouldn’t feel pressured? This doesn’t sound like a man who is going to try to take advantage of you. You do realise that a man can be erect but not have sex?” Her eyes searched mine. “Just because he was erect and obviously excited from kissing you and being close to you doesn’t mean he will try anything. Did your father make you think a man would rape you or try something every time he’s hard?”
    “Don’t they want to have sex if they are hard?” I asked, shyly meeting Daisy’s eyes. “Father…Father always...” I cut myself off before I could say something too revealing.
    “What girl, what did your father always...?”
    “I...oh nothing. He just made me think that if they were hard they wanted sex.”
    “He was right about that. The man wants to have sex if he’s erect but it doesn’t mean he will force himself upon a woman. Give the young man a chance, go out with him girl. As I said, if it helps, bring him here to meet me first, but don’t dismiss him without even giving him a go. Look at the trouble he’s gone to, to try and make you come out with him.” She chuckled. “Makeup is the only thing he forgot for you, but we can get that.”
    “Oh no, I can’t wear makeup. Makeup is for sluts.” I spouted, not even thinking about it, and it was only when Daisy gaped at me like I’d grown an extra head that I wondered if I’d said something wrong.
    “Please don’t tell me your father told you that?” She asked. “Maybe if you intended putting your makeup on with a trowel then yes, you might look like a street corner hooker but not subtly applied make up. Damn girl, your father has brainwashed you well hasn’t he?”
    All I could do was nod. She had no idea, no one did except for Debbie. No one could possibly understand how bad it had been with father and I couldn’t tell anyone. I was too ashamed; I didn’t want to see the disgust in people’s eyes if they