Or you can step over to the blanket get down on your hands and knees and have a very very good time with three very well hung guys. But just so you kn...w if you go to the blanket you are agreeing to let us do whatever we want with you. So it is your choice." Without waiting for me to say anything he just turned and went back to his truck. I felt like I was in a trance, kind of like I was watching someone else and really was not thinking one way or the other. He laid out the blanket and got back. Tom was happy and so the week dragged on. She became more excited as it drew closer. “I think I will visit my friend Myra” Leesa announced on Friday night. Tom wasn’t too happy but then he thought this would give him freedom to do what HE wanted to do. Visit the guys at the pub without listening to Leesa complain about him being drunk. “OK dear” he said finally “I have lots to do myself”. Leesa smiled as she returned to the kitchen. Thoughts of the coming weekend had her mind racing and her. After denying later, I accepted that it was ok to share just one single bed with my sis. My parents were saying, “It’s just a matter of few days son”. My sister was saying “what wrong with sharing a room with me, don’t you want to sleep with your sis, I don’t bite u know”. She had little cheeky grin expression on her face. I felt a bit confused and a little strange that it was not sharing the room that bothered me but rather it was sharing the same bed, and that was a tiny single bed; I was. Can’t you think of anyone but yourself? Don’t you care about me or the boys? I have a date tonight to celebrate and I want you dead and buried. I have to get on with my life, Michael.. Why do you always have to be so difficult??Oh god no. Michael felt a chill pass through him—it might have been the Angel of Death itself passing over his body. He knew at that moment it was really and truly over. Wendy had found someone already. Michael had fantasized about such a thing, of her fucking another.