>jealousy, different goals, sex, etc.>Sex? No, really? Like what?Well... this is a touchy subject but since we have discussed theintimate details of our lives before: She never wanted to do thethings I wanted. Things that would get me off and make me comeback for more, like look at porn on the. Victoriahad sent her a single emoticon text: # :-( #Quickly she typed back. #What's wrong?# But no answer came.Near the end of the second class, her phone buzzed again. Mercy didread a rather cryptic text from Victoria. #usual size; twisted likesoft ice cream; colors: cream and caramel#Mercy was confused. *Maybe she meant to send it to someone else.** * * * * * * * * *Mercy found the usual suspects already at their table chatting aboutsomething. Victoria and Brian were debating about some game. Eventually the song ended, and Abigail actually blushed when she realised what she had been doing, and that I had seen her. I did my best to play it down, but it was clear that she was embarrassed and she quickly left. Two days passed before I saw her again, this time in the neutral territory that was the library. She fumbled through an apology, and I again reassured her that there was nothing wrong. Our working relationship continued, but she was much more guarded about what she said and how. I watched them for five or ten minutes and then saw them get up and go to the pool house we had on the other side of the pool. They went inside and shut the door and none of the lights were on inside. I decided to go out there and see if I could see them inside. I crept out of the house, went the long way around the pool and peeked inside one of the windows in the back. The lights were off but light from the pool area shown through some and I saw my dad with his mouth over Allens butthole! I.Read More
