“The wedding wasn’t supposed to be until I turned sixteen and he did have sex with me. Took my virginity actually. He was twenty four,” she said softly. “But I didn’t get pregnant because he never finished. I was crying because it hurt and he sort of just stopped after that,” she was blushing again. “The idea has always been for me to marry and make grandsons. That’s what I’ve been raised to believe is my job. Never before now have I actually wanted any of it. I mean. I just always believed in love stories because all I ever had was people I was supposed to Marry whether I loved them or not. Is just been an inevitability in my life. I was never meant to be the rose that got jack Dawson. I was supposed to be the rose that married cal. I’m sort I’m rambling now. I can stop”
“You don’t have to stop. I like listening to you talk. And I don’t know a whole lot about Titanic, but I kinda get the idea there. Cal was that stuck up snobby dude that got pissed off and flipped a table over and made Rose cry, right?”
“I’m going across the hall to change, hurry up,” He threw his bag over his shoulder, then grabbed a pair of boots out of...
“Well I don’t. But fine. Leave me to change”