I remember the first night M. and I slept together.
And I remember the unconcealable love bites that were all over my neck.
And I remember the colour...dark red and burgandy-wine.
And I remember looking at my reflection in the mirror.
And I remember how horrified I was.
And I remember how I tried concealing my neck that morning when I saw my mother.
And I remember how I lifted up the collar of my black pleather jacket as high as it could go, hoping it would hide them.
And I remember how my mother said, "Don't bother doing that...I can see them as clear as day."
And I remember my mortification.
And I remember her laughing.
And I remember me laughing.
And I remember giving M. the funny hell out of what he did.