Remembering the email from Jenny, I debated on suggesting it, but figured I might as well get it over with, and it would probably go a lot better with...Faith there, than my mom or Lisa."So this is the girl that broke your heart, and is the reason you're in these casts?" She asked when I was done explaining the situation to her. I just nodded. "I don't understand why you want to go see her? Are you a glutton for punishment?"I debated for a few seconds on telling her the whole truth, and then when. " She was startled but she kissed back. Now my hands were up under her skirt and I was moving her back through the door. She wanted to protest, but she was getting turned on herself and her words just stumbled, becoming nothing more than 'No' and 'Stop'. But those words were being whispered between the kisses she was giving me. I pulled her back to the closet, my hands already inside her panties." Once there, I pushed her back against the wall and hiked her skirt up to her waist. Oh, she was. While they volunteered here today, the building had everything removed from their home. The locks were already changed, and they took out a restraining order against everyone in her family to keep them from the property.“Why did your friends do this to us? What did we ever do to them? We worked our asses off to help out those having bad times like us, and this is what we get?” she asked me, too stunned to shed any tears.I put the folder down and hugged her as I said, “If you have done something. “A few times a year you get a three-day weekend, right?” “Sure, yeah. I could really use one now.” She agreed.“Exactly,” I responded enthusiastically. “Because even though you might have a ton of work to do, it feels like an extra day, a free day. So, what do you do?”Eventually realizing it wasn’t a rhetorical question Chani tentatively responded, “Um, nothing. I mean I just chill or hang out with Jessi.” Her eyes dropped a little as she recalled she was on the outs with her best friend.I.