My first girlfriend and I started when she and I were 13 and 15. She was a beautiful Arabic girl who had been molested by her father, his brother, and their father. Her smile was so bright that it made you want to see it again and again, so much so that it turned people into addicts and codependents. It just made you feel so goddamn good to see those brilliant, even, white teeth, those cheeks, and those twinkling eyes. One time we were walking in the city and found an ice cream supply business, a place that sells large quantities of ice cream and popsicles to ice cream trucks. It was a hot day, and we asked whether we could buy one item, not a whole box. The heavily accented proprietor was so smitten by her beauty and felt such a rush just looking at her, that he laughed, a real belly laugh. "HO ho ho! You are SO BEAUTIFUL! Ha ha ha!!"
Her father wanted her to date no-one, of course - and especially me, a non-Arab. He was mad with jealousy and possessiveness. She'd sneak out of the house and get in trouble, over and over.
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