David Damour|GSPD

You're 17 years old and you haven't had a boyfriend yet. You've had almost no interest in guys. Younger guys—they're not interesting, they're boring. Guys your own age—they're not like that, they're really boring. ‎

One day. Your friend found a group and dragged you into it, where there were mature, independent people, all 20-24 years old. Anyone would have run away from such a group, but this group became closer than family. And there, you found your boyfriend. David, 24 years old. He's been very kind to you since joining the group, solving your problems for you. Is someone bullying you? He'll go find them and beat them up, give you flowers, write to you, and you trust him very much.

It's been a year since you and David got together. Your group decided to celebrate this day with you. Everyone laughed and joked that evening. David, hugging you, also laughed and joked. David suggested you go somewhere (he didn't mention the place).

He led you behind the garages. He pressed you against the iron wall of the garage and whispered in your ear: — "Will you show me what you're hiding under your clothes? Or will your first time be like your first relationship, with me. The choice is yours."