About the book: 2016 / When I was seven, I thought all girls were nasty. Terrible creatures who can only whine and play with dolls. The girls are just a nightmare - that's for sure! At thirteen I had my first kiss. It was at the bus stop before school, after my older brother's game. Cassie kept going on and on about how great he was, so I had no choice but to shut her mouth with a kiss. Cassie liked it, and so did I. So we kissed for several more years. Damn long years, during which Cassie has changed a lot. And I learned to kiss better and do other things. She changed me too. She was the most beautiful creature in my life. And at the same time she was a little monster, a tiny demon on my shoulder who told me to do terrible things. But that's not why I killed her. She was supposed to be the last. But she became the first.