“We gotta celebrate!” he says, standing up and pulling his pants back on. “That was your first time!” He goes to the kitchen and returns with a bottle of red wine and two glasses, then pours one for each of us. “Now you’ll never forget me,” he says. “I was your first, and you never forget your first.” I can’t look at him. He makes me take a drink. I have never had wine before, and it tastes awful.
