He reared back his head in pain and let out a cry. A split second later, she felt a jet of hot sticky liquid spew out of his exploding cockhead into her belly. Chris was cumming! That had to be it! She had actually made him cum! She felt both surprised and proud, but not for long. As she looked up into his face, she saw a look of hate in his soulful brown eyes that she had never expected to see. He was panting heavily, but his lips curled into a sneer. He reached down to kiss her and before she realized what was happening, he drew her lower lips into his mouth and bit down so hard it brought blood. She let out a muffled scream – Wendy was sleeping in the next room and her parent's bedroom was across the hall.

Chris drew back, a triumphant yet wounded look on his face mixed with deep anger and indignation. "Something to remember me by, lady. Hope you and your Goddamned prick-teasing virginity have a wonderful time in San Francisco!"

In her rage and humiliation she lashed out at him unthinkingly. "Get out, you crude bastard! I never want to see you again! You're like all men. All you're interested in is what's between a woman's legs. All you want is a fast fuck! I hate you! Get out!"

He gave her one last, searing look. Then he was up and zipped into his Levi's and out of the bedroom window in one fluid maneuver, without another word, leaving a tearful and confused young Jill with a painfully bleeding lip and a broken heart. She regretted her words as soon as they were out. But it was too late. She never saw Chris again before she left a few days later for San Francisco. It was a bad omen.

CHAPTER TWO

Jill tried to turn her mind away from Chris and Kansas City as she headed towards The Cannery. She reviewed her life in San Francisco as a fine arts student at the Art Institute.