You better be nice to her daughter.”I just smiled and walked to the car. I wasn’t happy that they were coming. Rebecca was rumored to be a lesbian... I wasn’t sure if that was true or not. I always felt a little uncomfortable around her. I felt like she could see what I looked like under my clothes. She just made me very edgy.My father drove and my mother sat in the passenger side. I sat in the last row of the mini-van. I wasn’t thrilled that we had to go with them. Rebecca and I were friendly,. The scarf wasn't tied very well because I could see out of the corners. He led me to the back of the chair. I pretended I couldn't see anything. Then he moved my hands from covering myself to the top of the chair and told me to bend slightly for the first shot. My husband said my seams on my stocking were crooked, that he would come over to straighten them for me. He then motioned to Bob to go and pretend that he was my husband. They didn't know I could see what their plan was, giving his. “We don’t have time for your bullshit man just get the...”“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU DON’T HAVE TIME FOR! YOU’RE ON MY TIME NOW, AND YOU’RE GONNA DO EXACTLY WHAT I FUCKING SAY!”Ashley huffed and crossed her arms. “Hmmph, typical loser.”He turned and glared a hole right through Ashley. “What did you just say?”“You heard me, typical fucking loser. Nobody wants you so you have to force your way onto them, you’re the lowest kind of man out there. It’s kind of pathetic really.”He started getting. When she did our lips touched and a fire started. Suddenly the urge to go slowly, carefully, testing our reactions to each evolution in our being together, was gone. The gentle press of lips progresses to tongue dancing, to kisses spreading from our mouths to faces, necks, and farther down onto our chests. Sandy wasn’t the aggressor. Nor was she the surrendered recipient of my affection. We were equally and joyfully giving to each other. Kiss for kiss. Touch for touch. Then, I had a thought. I.