Life Lessons pt 3 (Love Bites)

My sister and I have been in the Uk for over three weeks, and we had two more to go. We learned that the train was called the tube, the bathroom was called the loo, and that the best way to have fish and chips was wrapped in paper, with salt and vinegar.
 
This particular day I was antsy. I was the oldest out of the five girls so there were times I wanted space. My sister and I were considered Irish twins. (Mom could not wait or was it Dad)
 
I brought this up because being the oldest at fourteen and having three thirteen-year-olds and one eleven-year-old left in a flat alone was a recipe for disaster.
 
I decided I needed air and went out the front door and looked out over the railing. We were on the second floor. That was when hormones took control and common sense went on holiday.
 
2 boys. One downstairs and the other right above me. Both were attractive but one was more curious.
 
“Oy, you just move in?”
 
The one upstairs asked.
 
“No, I am visiting for the summer”
 
“American?”
 
At this point, I was tired of hearing that and I was going to turn around and go inside.
 
“Oy wait a tic.” The boy upstairs said.
 
I have been there long enough to understand what he meant. The boy downstairs smiled and said to the one upstairs, “Nice dove there. Leave you to it, David.” Then he left.
 
(It's important for me to point out we say David like “Day-vid” They say it  “Da-vid like dada.)
 
Dove? He was holding a bird I did not see. I found out later I was the dove.  I guess it was better than being an American chick. Either way still a bird.
 
Ang heard what was going on and being the nosey one out of the group she asked. “Who ya speaking to?”
 
I told her the boy was upstairs. She had a strange smile on her face. Almost conspiratory.
“He’s cute.”
 
While discussing him he came down and motioned for me to come over to him.
Ang was right on my heels.
 
“Hey, love you got a name?” He asked
 
“Ya a bit too familiar callin her ‘Love’. Ang said to him
 
I thought it was weird, the way she was acting.  He ignored her and we got to know each other.
Flash forward two days later.
 
The first kiss was sweet but the subsequent kisses were becoming more suggestive. David would come down and stay with us in my cousin's flat for a few hours.
 
There was one point when we (David and I)were left alone for half an hour and getting caught up with kissing and getting felt up with clothes on that I could not recall at what point I received a hickey. Not big but noticeable.  
 
I did not care about that. What I cared about was this, “ Can I finally see these?”
 
He squeezed my left breast and I was in a dilemma. I never shown them to anyone.
 
What if he does not like them? What will he do with it when he sees it? Sister Carol said we were going to hell if we did anything outside marriage. Isn’t boob viewing a marriage thing?
 
I was going to say no. A good girl said no. But him nibbling my ear and pleading… My resolve went to the shitter.
 
So I pulled down my tank top and he sucked my nipple and that is when I heard.
 
“Oh fuckin hell.” That came from my cousin who is normally quiet.
 
“Stop Ang’s mum is comin. David you have to leave.”
 
Shirt went up and my mind was garbage.
 
He left and not even five minutes (it felt like five minutes) My older cousin. Ang mom came home and went ballistic over the bruise on my neck and she wanted a name. I did not say because I am no snitch. I was driven to the family for the Inquisition.
 
“What the bloody hell were you thinkin? “
 
“De gal too loose.”
 
“Look at her bleedin neck. What he wanted a momento? A fuckin love bite.”
 
Who was in love? It was a hickey. I thought
 
“Woi he definitely had some—”
 
That was cut off when the male patriarch of the family came and let out so many curses, I thought I was going to get it.
 
Ok so my family is mix . The accents between Cockney and Patua became a jumbled mess.
 
Let us just say, Ang was the one to give up David’s name. The chick had it out for me.
 
“Bring da boi round.”
 
Oh shit. That was all I thought. They are going to tell my mother.  
 
(They did not tell her. Thank god but they made it impossible for him to be alone with me again. Just because of a love bite. Lesson three hide love bites and trust no one. Especially not Ang)