. I guess.. Amber broke up with me after school, but I didnt want to cancel. we tell eachother everything. Alex is the only guy I can trust. He knows ...ust about everything. I say, well, let me cheer you up. -tickles- I know every place where hes ticklish. He, -giggles and drops his glass- omg. Stop. he ignores the glass. I say, how about we jump into the pool? I just say that so he can take his shirt off. He does it, and jumps into the pool. I unzip my dress and takes it off, then takes off. Thursday“You are going back to school on Monday,” my futa-mother said as she stood in the doorway of my bedroom, her face hard. She had short, Black hair framing her round features. She wore old jeans and a t-shirt, her reflective vest on. She was a construction worker installing drywall. Business was booming. “You heave me, Salome.”I squirmed. “I’m not.”She arched an eyebrow. “You’re not too old to spank. You have this weekend to sort it out, then your back to school. No daughter of mine is. She looked like shit. A half empty bottle of Dad's scotch was at her elbow.Mom gazed at me. Her eyes blood shot. A small glass was in her hand. "There you are." She tossed the drink back."Good Morning." There's nothing good about it." Mom said. "My son hates me." She poured another drink."Mom, I don't hate you-" You hate women and if you hate them you can't love me. I'm a WOMAN." Mom glared. I stepped closer and she threw her glass at me. I ducked as it whizzed by me. "GET AWAY. GET OUT!" She. A few moments later angry death metal rattled the house windows.?Well that was embarrassing.? said Angel. ?Do you want me to stop? Now that we do have privacy???No, no I don’t. I need it now.??I brought something else out to try. Turn around, kneel here and put your hands up against the fence.?He watched her grab something long and white out of her bag, straps dangled off the end of it.?You know that’s too big, it just won’t fit in me yet. I only just started getting used to having anything in.