Harry
I'm not a teenager, Harry. I'm twenty-one years old. I've spent the last six years of my life having sex because I was told to, because it would keep my sister protected. And now that I am finally in a place where I am able to actually enjoy it, you want to take that away from me? I don't understand. Are you saying you want to date me? Of help me find dates? If you didn't want to have sex with me, all you needed to do was say so. You seemed like you wanted to earlier. What changed?
What about Melinda? What am I supposed to tell her? She's my friend too. I enjoy spending time with her, doing things with her, doing her. What do you expect me to do about that?