I can see . . . him.” “Who?” With tears rolling down my cheeks, I collapsed down onto the sofa, gesturing for Greg to join me, which he di.... I then told him of how I had been forced into sex with my father. Telling it to someone else seemed to ease my mind. Greg was really understanding and told me how brave he thought I was, and that he wasn’t surprised that the memories had assaulted me so violently. “The odd thing is,” I said, looking at his pretty features, “that I’ve started. Fred popped his head into the office, “So this is where you hide out when you work?” Fred says.“Um, yeah. Hey Fred, tell me something if you will, what do you do with the money that I tip you?”“I keep buying Jaxson Inc. stock, but after your generous gift I was thinking that maybe I should stop buying it,” Fred said to me.“Don’t stop. I can’t tell you why, as it would probably be considered some sort of insider knowledge but keep doing what you’re doing. Don’t change a thing,” I say to him. He. ”We each took hits of the joint. She leaned against the sink, which was next to the toilet, and I sat down on the closed toilet seat. Her short nightgown rose higher on her tan smooth thighs as she leaned back.“So your fiancé is coming up tomorrow. You’re getting married and here you are smoking a joint with me in the bathroom.”“Right.” She chuckled and shook her head. “I’m getting married in September, ready or not.”“You don’t sound too excited.” I looked up at her as she closed her eyes and. " I stated, looking away.Samantha was beautiful. Long, ginger hair. Pale skin that could rival Snow white's. A thin figure, with C-cup breasts that verge on being too big compared to the rest of her body. I couldn't think those things. Not in a situation like this."It makes sense. I'm... i'm sorry I can't..." I trail, unsure what how to word my apology.Samantha is dying. The doctors give her a 50/50 chance in her surgery. And it's now zero hour. Pretty shitty 18th Birthday, right?"Don't. Don't.