."The school intercom interrupted. I was paged to the front office!"Talk to you later, Sam," Mallory said as I left.I entered the admin office and was...immediately greeted by Officer Martin."Hi, Sam!"She was with Officer Sandoval. My stomach dropped. What did they find out about me?"Hi," I mumbled."We already talked to your parents and they said it was okay. We want to talk to you about something." About what?" We'll talk down at the station. Don't look anxious. You're not in trouble at. "Jordan, you're starting to fall asleep. Maybe you should go to bed." I told her."Mmm, okay ... but when I'm in bed I want you to come and kiss me goodnight. Okay?" she replied in a somewhat sad voice. I smiled and assured her that I'd be in to give her a goodnight kiss when she called. With that she got up and left to get ready for bed. Since Jordan had been a frequent visitor, she knew where the facilities were so that was something I didn't need to worry about.After a few minutes I heard the. Maman is a woman. They fucked,’ she said, trying to shock him with the foulness of her word choice and also because, in truth, that was all it had been. It hadn’t been making love, it hadn’t even been sex between two adults who had respected each other, were attracted to one another and sought pleasure together. No, it had been fucking, pure and simple. Each of the parties involved had been using the other to get something they wanted. ‘They fucked,’ she said again, ‘et voilà, nine months. I couldn’t talk to anyone I knew about my sex obsession. My friends were all virgins, and would probably think I was weird if I told them how much I needed to be fucked. So every day I suffered, almost feeling like I was going completely mad with this burning need to have a dick inside me.In my time in summer school I met this pothead girl. Her name was Sarah. She had red hair, pale skin, and a lot of curves. She was also a slut, which why I was immediantly drawn to her. I knew she could.