"And don't you boys fucking well know it," I replied. I clinked the neck of the beer bottles of all the guys sitting down with me.Our boozy good cheer...was interrupted by a loud, low moan from Devshree. She had her head tipped back. Satish was massaging her tit with one hand and had his other hand inside her knickers. The rest of us watched, transfixed, as Satish's fingers worked magic on Devshree.In just a few short minutes, she was grinding her hips against his hand, and moaning louder and. I was dreadin' tomorrow evenin' when the whores got the full story. The whores was assigned rooms in the boardin' house, five ta a room. That was uncomfortable, but they'd had ta put up with worse, so there wasn't too much grumblin'. They knew that it was only fer one night.The next mornin, we ate breakfast an' piled into the wagons fer the ride ta the new whore house. Alice, Annie, an' Inez had been fixin' it up while Sam an' I was gone ta fetch the whores. They was thrilled ta see that every. There was a faint white line across both wrists.“I got in the tub, and cut my wrists and waited to die,” she said.“Only Mom started feeling sick half-way through dinner and they came back early.“I had lost a lot of blood, but Dad got me out of the tub and Mom wrapped both wrists trying to stop the bleeding while Dad called 911.“I spent three days in the hospital. Mom, of course, saw all eight pregnancy tests and I had to tell her everything. She called the police, but they said without any. The memories of my dad were just as real as the ones of me running through the jungle an hour earlier. All my memories had equal weight for some reason. I expected that it was why my orgasms were so intense even after the change.While listening to that music and smelling my dad's old spice, I remembered my first experiences with masturbation. I began to rub myself again as I remembered those first experiences. Maybe I read about it, or maybe it was some off color joke between the older girls at.