"Regardless," she'd say, "I would still try.." And she'd know how much it pains me to say it, how hard it is for me to deny it, how much she knows it is that we both want it.
And then she'd grit her teeth and try it again. Then I'd ask her "Do you trust yourself, Babydoll, can you test yourself?"
"But my boy, he knows me better than myself, and he'd let me go even less with a girl much like yourself..." She'd sigh with a sound of surrender, "I'll try."
