Why do we make the choices we do? Is it just peer-pressure or curiosity? She was apprehensive about going out of town with her cousins. She adored them, but didn’t adore their friends. All they did was party, smoke, and drink. That wasn’t her kind of environment. She felt like an adolescent with them even though she must have been older than half of the guys. Then she had seen the most perfect face. He was lanky and ripped. He seemed like he would be a jock but she didn’t care. He had beautiful black bed-head hair, his skin was golden brown and when he smiled he had...