Only after a talk.

We are standing there on the porch, my bare body on fully view from the street. The open door behind my mom is taunting me with its shadows and enticing privacy. Five steps and I will be home, free at last to go put a full set of clothes and try to forget that day ever happened.

But mom wants me to explain myself.

"You'd better have good answers to my questions young girl or your ass will be sorry for you." She tells me, clearly angry. " what were you thinking ? you've been absent nearly half an hour I was worried sick, were you having sex with him ?"

"Mom no!!! I swear, we just...." I try to say, shocked that she would even think it.

"How do you explain taking so long then? Or the state of his pants ? Or the way you were grabing him naked? Or even where your clothes went ?" She screams her face red with anger." And how many times did I tell you I don't want you to ride his bike, those things are deathtraps!!!"

"Mom listen, I just..." I begin.

"Don't you interrupt me !!! What will the neighbourhood think of you or of us ? first you flaunt yourself naked in front of poor Albert and now you whore yourself out to a felon while your mom and grandma are waiting for you! " she adds getting even more irrational, letting me no chances to answer her questions.

"If you want to squander you clothes throwing them away, I'll remove your privileges in the matter. You're clearly not mature enough to chose what to wear, so I will choose for you." She yells.

"Go to your room and do your homework, we'll discuss this at lunch in two hours." She ends up pointing to the door.

No need for more wait, I run upstairs without turning back to look for the various cars that punctuated our discussion with honks and shout, I slam my door and throw myself on my bed.