You Nasty Dog

---Baby Girl---
Dirty Dog

So, you call me a “nasty dog.”

I met you about five years ago, and I was twenty years old. I was involved in a lot of relationships. It didn’t matter—male, female, whatever mood I was in.

At the age of thirteen I had an abortion. Silly me, hanging out, doing whatever I wanted. Charles, eighteen, interested in me. He was five years older than I. I know I looked pretty. I got that little baby face. Charles and I were just friends. We enjoyed doing things together. One day we went to the park. It was nothing unusual because we were always hanging out somewhere. I don’t know what really happened that day, but we were playing around, hitting each other, and then we just started rolling in the grass. Then Charles started kissing me. I could not believe it. He had never done anything like this before, so I started kissing him back. I did not think it was going to go so far, but we had sex in the middle of the park. At the park, in the grass, I had sex. I know people saw us, but at that time I did not care.

Charles and I never hung out again. I don’t know why, but I never called him and he never called me. About two months later I missed my period. I thought to myself, This cannot be happening to me. I cannot be pregnant. I am only thirteen years old, and it was only one time. I went to the Teen Center. The doctor saw me, and yes, I was pregnant. He explained my options. I could not have a baby. My decision was to have an abortion.

Fourteen and looking good. I lost some weight: size five, slim, and a flat stomach. I started to notice my figure, and the men did, too. When I walked down the street, all the men looked at me.

Sweet Romeo Leonardo—cool, handsome, nice clothes, and smelled so good. I loved the way this man smelled. Every day a new fragrance to smell on his lovely, built body. I was in love at fourteen years old. He was so nice to me at the beginning. We hung out with our friends. Every Friday we went to the movies and shared a large popcorn and a large drink. I loved when we put popcorn in each other’s mouth. I liked to stuff his mouth with the popcorn. He would always say, “Girl, you are crazy, but I love you.” That was all I needed to hear: “I love you.”

He always held my hand when we were in public. Our friends would always say, “You guys are so in love with each other.” My response would always be, “I know.”

One day things just changed. I don’t know why. Sweet Leonardo started hanging out with Maria Paise. Why did he want to be with her when I was supplying all his needs?

I got out of school early one day, and I saw the two of them. They were just talking and laughing. I could see a big smile on her face. She needed to go to a dentist with that big gap in the middle of her teeth. I went up to Sweet Romeo Leonardo, and he smelled so good. I asked him, “What is going on here?” His eyes got big, but nothing came out of his mouth. Maria Paise just stood there, too, and nothing came out of her mouth, either. Then I just walked away.

Later that night I called Sweet Romeo Leonardo, but I hung up the phone before someone answered it. I did not know what to say. The next day I saw Sweet Romeo Leonardo, and guess who he was with? Maria Paise. The nerve of them. I walked up to Sweet Romeo Leonardo and just started kissing him. He pulled away. Maria Paise asked me, “What are you doing?” The opportunity was there; she deserved what she got—a punch in the face. She did not hit me back. She started screaming and crying. Everyone started looking at us. Sweet Romeo Leonardo just walked away. He left the both of us.

I thought I was over him, but three months later I saw Sweet Romeo Leonardo driving a car. He looked so fine, with those big, light-brown eyes. Those eyes just made me want to drop my panties and get busy. He blew his horn at me, and I wanted to ignore him, but I could not. I proceeded to walk to his car, and I could smell his cologne. He smelled so good and looked good, too. I approached the car and looked in. What do you think I saw? Maria Paise performing oral sex on him. He pulled away, laughing at me. I yelled out, “You dirty dog.”