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tell you how much they love you and want to be with you and say all types of things to make you feel special. And then, when you finally say yes and they get what they want, then it's like they treat you differently." I tried to make sure that my question was a broad one so that she'd believe that I was speaking about girls in general and not myself, even though I was.
      "Oh, okay." Grandmother Katie was silent for a moment. "Well, young lady, first off, a young woman should never offer the honeypot to a man just because he says he loves you or makes you feel good about yourself. You should already feel good about who you are and you should love yourself. When a young woman has good self-esteem, a boy or man will not be able to come along and offer her something she already has. The second thing is, and I know this is going to sound old-fashioned, but you shouldn't do adult things and not be married. You shouldn't give a boy privileges without being in a devoted relationship, and young ladies around your age are much too young to deal with those kinds of feelings and emotions. Young people need to enjoy being young because being young only happens once."
      "Okay," I said, analyzing what she'd just told me. She released a big sigh and then continued to talk.
      "Keysha, young men around your age are not serious. They're too young to be seriously in love. It's a game to young men. The idea is to be as charming and as clever as you can to get a girl to lower her guard. Once they get what they're seeking, they may become bored and search for a new challenge. The other side of the coin is that once a girl gets a reputation for being active, other boys will come buzzing around like flies at a picnic in search of an opportunity to use their wit and charm to get some honey."
      "Yeah, I've seen guys do that before. Okay, so how does a girl control her urges? I mean, it's not all about the boy wanting to do something. Girls have those feelings too."
      "Keysha, you must understand that a woman is carrying paradise. And you can't let every ship you see dock on your shores. It is okay and normal to have urges but you're in control of them. You choose when, where and how to turn them on or off. Remember, being intimate with someone is a very special gift and should not be given away because of an urge. Urges come and go but love lasts a lifetime."
      "But what if a boy doesn't like a girl because she isn't active?"
      "Then he never saw the value of you in the first place."
       Wow, I thought to myself. I was amazed at how Grandmother Katie connected our conversation back to the church sermon.
      "Do you have any more questions?" she asked. "Come on, it's okay. You can ask whatever you want."
      "No," I said. "I think I'm good for now. But if I have more, I will definitely ask you," I told her as we exited the highway and continued on our journey home.

Wesley

    hen I awoke the sun was just peeking over the horizon. A sense of peace washed over me as I watched the sun prepare to greet the world. I felt rejuvenated because I'd gotten a good night's rest. I was happy because my mom couldn't rush into my room during the night, shouting and screaming at me. Nor did I have to listen to her accuse me of doing things that I did not do. I sat upright on my bed, pressed back against the cold brick wall and peered out of the narrow window that was in my holding cell. I wanted to cry about my situation, but I fought off the urge by thinking about stuff that made me angry. That was a unique trick that I'd taught myself. It was my way of covering up just how badly my feelings were hurting. My mom has made my life a living hell. She doesn't trust me, she's suspicious of me and she makes up stories about how horrible I am as a son. She thinks I'm violent, disrespectful and has hated me since the day I was born. At least that's the way I think she feels. One time she sent me to a therapist because I told her that I'd rather run away