As had nearly any type of punishment. Itwasn't until Tyrone, seventeen at the time, broke his mother's arm inthree places because she wouldn't give hi... some money.I'd been the one to finally intercede to help my friend. I convincedRoger to press charges against his own son, resulting in the youngerDavis being sent to juvenile lockup for the next several months. Untilhe'd turned eighteen. After that, he was transferred to the state penalsystem to serve an additional two years.He should have been. Typical of me, as soon as I was comfortable in bed, my mind refused to stop long enough to let my body rest. Catherine finally gave in to her exhaustion and crawled in beside me, taking my arm and dragging it around her shoulder, so I could hold her while she slept."I like to read, and read about it in a detective mystery a long time ago. When I tried it out on those guys, I never dreamed it would hurt so much that their screams and begging would frighten the others into talking. It worked. Nothing was going to stop me from taking Tyrone to bed on that night, and my husband's slumber allowed me and my new lover our privacy.It was only a few short minutes until Tyrone and I escaped upstairs. I was already naked, and I was soon laying submissively upon his bed. My legs were spread for him, and I was soaking wet, desperate for whatever he was about to give me. I smiled in blushing absurdity, not quite believing that this was my reality. A few short months ago I was a completely. I wasn’t panicked or ever nervous, I didn’t know what I was feeling. I looked back up at her eyes and was caught again.Without me realizing it right away, our lips touched. I was kissing a girl, well, at that moment it was more being kissed by a girl. I felt her tongue touch my lips and then slip into my mouth. Our heads tilted slightly at the same time as if we had done this before. It felt so different, so soft and yet so firm at the same time.When I felt her tongue, I couldn’t help.