" Chris rubbed his forehead. "I killed him." Shhhh ... No, he didn't. She's just a slut." Wendy was shaking her head, putting her arms around her son...."She doesn't love you, not like I do. Georgie didn't hurt her, Chris ... Chris..."Wendy was moaning and pressing her body against Chris, kissing his cheeks and neck. One hand went to his head, pulling him down and she kissed his mouth, whispering something about love."Ummphh ... Mom ... Stop!" Chris was trying to push her away, but Wendy was. The other girl, (I'll call her Karen) was only 17 at the time and I was like a big sister to her. Our parents were best friends and often went out together while I "babysat" with Karen. So when she was 11 and 12, I was in my mid teens and we could stay together while our parents went out to dinner or the movies.When I went off to college for the first time, our parents remained good friends but Karen and I didn't see much of each other and weren't necessarily friends due to the age. ." I had no clue what to say, couldn't bring my eyes to meet hers."I'll leave, I'm sorry if I caused any trouble ". I went to exit the room and she stopped me, a hand on my shoulder.I turned to face her and suddenly she leaned forward and pressed her lips against my own! I wasn't sure that this was real, but I didn't resist. When she pulled away, I was speechless."Why don't you come with me to my house later. We have some... Work that needs to be taken care of." she said, going back to her. There was only one guy, so I guessed he was Glen.He had a craggy face that looked somewhat familiar, except the dark sunglasses hid quite a bit. He had a light beard and mustache and long silky dirty blond hair that reached below his shoulders. He was wearing a T-shirt with his own face and some writing on the front, and there was a guitar case in his backseat. And then it dawned on me. This was a guitarist from a local band, Glen and Guys, that had gone national and still had tunes on the.