Pure Lamb:

Simone’s Notes:

Some historians and anthropologists note that many societies that place a high value on virginity before marriage, such as the United States before the sexual revolution, actually have a large amount of premarital sexual activity that does not involve vaginal penetration: for example, oral sex, anal sex and mutual masturbation. This is considered by some people "technical" virginity, as vaginal intercourse has not occurred but the participants are sexually active. This distinction is not identical to the distinction President Bill Clinton made in the Lewinsky scandal, when he said, "I did not have sexual relations with that woman," but it is closely related to it. Some cynics remarked that "blow jobs don't count," in the Lewinsky matter: the same rule is often applied to both adultery and virginity.

*Alex*

My name is Alex Shepherd. I am fifteen years old. I had a normal life. I am a decent-looking and nice boy. I am shy and a some what of a loser. I am a freshman in Maywillow High. My grades are in the B and C range. My mother died two years ago. It was a real tragedy for me. She and I were really close. Even more so when my father died when I three. I barely remember my father however. I had always had Allen with my mother and I. Allen is my step-father. We are very distant to each other. Maybe it’s because I know he is not my real father. I don’t hate him or anything. Allen’s not cruel to me at all. He takes good care of me and he tries to love me like his own son. But I know in my heart of hearts, he can never really be my father. Other than that, I had a normal life. Until that fateful night when I was dragged into their world.

I was walking home from tutoring on that night. (I have trouble with English, so I stay until seven to understand better.) I was taking my usual route home through the back streets as a shortcut when I heard someone walking behind me. I froze quickly and turned around. No one was there of course. I walked a little careful this time. I forced myself to keep walking. Then the footsteps came again. I looked behind me and no one was there. I was getting really worried now. I was beginning to think that I was going to have another panic attack. (Which was so weird because I hadn’t had one since I was eleven years old. Nothing much had triggered one since.) So, I began to take in heavy breaths and counting backwards in my head just like Allen showed me and continued on with my walk.

So far, I didn’t hear anything else on my walk, but I kept guard up just in case. I thought I was almost home free when I felt someone grab me from behind and try to drag me around the corner. I tried my best to fight back, but they somehow proved to be much stronger than me. I was dragged all the way around the corner and turned around to face them. An older boy was looking right me. He human and automail hands were pinning me hard against the wall, keeping me from escaping to safety. His hair was golden blonde in a tight braid on the back of his head. His eyes glowed deep fiery amber and seemed to lust for blood. His face was completely lovely. He was a beautiful man. I couldn’t help but to be trapped between fear and light infatuation. But I couldn’t help but to be wonder what he wanted with me.

“Please don’t hurt me!” I pleaded desperately. “I have money! Please just take that and don’t hurt me!”

I drew out my wallet and drew out what money I had left to give to him, hoping that he would leave me unharmed. But he held up his hand to stop me.

“No, no, my pet,” he said to me in a husky charming voice. “I don’t want your money and I’m not going to hurt you at all.” I looked at him startled.

“What do you want from me?” I asked him trying not to panic. He moved his left hand of my mouth gracefully. My eyes grew bigger with worry. My heart raced fasted than a deer getting hunted down by a wolf. A thousands thoughts raced through my mind. My possible attacker licked his lips at me.

“I want you!” he told me just as clear as a bell. I was really confused now.

“What do you mean?” I managed to force out of my mouth under his hand. “Why? What do you want with me? I don’t have anything to give you! I’m just a normal kid.” This stranger moved in closer to me. His new towering height made me panic even more. My heart began to beat even faster. I now had better view of his strange tattoo on the right side of his neck. It looked like the Japanese symbol for fallen. Something in my gut was telling me this was not a nice man in front of me. Many ideas about what was going to happen next flooded in my head. I tried to force out anymore negative thoughts out of my head, but it was next to impossible. The stranger moved in close to my ear.

“Aw don’t worry, my little Alex,” he said to me. “You are good enough for me.” I was really scared to death now. Escaping now was now impossible with me nerves in a wreck like this.

“How do you know my name?” I asked nervously. The lovely dangerous stranger pressed his hand over my mouth again to silence me. My heart was racing up to my throat know. I could tell that my fear was turning him on even more. He was enjoying toying with me, I could tell. Why was he doing this to me? The stranger leaned into my face. His hot breath at my cheeks made things even worse.

“Aw come on,” he replied in a wickedly seductive voice. “I am curious about you, little Alex. Don’t be afraid of me! I just want to get to know you.” Then he did something to me that really threw me off kilter. This lovely stranger leaned into me, removed his hand from my mouth, and kissed me on the lips. Not just a little peck either. It was a full-on French kiss. That wasn’t the strangest thing of this encounter either. This creature ran his fingers through my short blackish brown hair while slowly unzipping my jeans. He slipped his right hand down south and began touching on me in the bad way. I was frozen in deep shock. I wanted to push him off of me, but he still had me pinned up against the cold brick wall. I was still afraid, but yet… I couldn’t help but to like it at the same time. Who was this lovely fiend? Why was he doing this to me? What does he truly want with me? Why is he so curious about me as he put it?

When he was done kissing me, the creature let go of me. I stumbled back slightly light-headed. I looked back up at him. I was still confused on what and why he did this to me. He was smiling at me wickedly.

“Good night, little Alex!” this fiend told me. Then he disappeared into the heavy night of the back way.

I was left standing there in complete shock. What was all of that about? I walked home feeling numb and blank. I had decided not to tell Allen about my encounter tonight. The last thing I wanted to do was to upset him even more with more drama from my life. (He’s already worried to a panic about my grades in English.) I just forced myself to keep walking. When I made it home, I kept myself quiet and went straight to bed without waking Allen up. I thought that if I slept it off, I would forget the whole thing and I would never see that beautiful fiend again. I had no idea that it would all turn into an endless nightmare.