*********My Name is Lena, I am 28 Now, I was in my late teens, early twenties when the events of this story had started, my mother Julia got married, ...ot pregnant and started having k**s while she was so young, she had three k**s, my brother Emil, myself and my sister Brenda who is two years younger than me, my mother is in her forties now, she looks as if she is in her late twenties or early thirties, so sexy and very attractive woman, when my sister and I walk with our mother, she looks more. I toss, I turn, but I don’t sleep. I don’t know why, maybe I’m just not tired enough. So I always have to tucker myself out. It shouldn’t be hard to figure out how I do it. I roll onto my back, let my legs spread themselves a bit. And then I think. Sometimes it’s the guy I had a huge thing for in high school. Sometimes it’s my ex, he was great at head (I taught him everything he knows). But often times, I like teachers. Something about a guy that reads a lot just gets me going. I picture him. Get these thoughts ofyour head. Fuck Dick. If he can't accept who you are, screw him!"With that she enveloped me in a tight hug. After a moment, I wiggledfree and stood back and looked at my sister. The concern in her eyesmade me realize that there was so much more to my life and if I had gonethrough with the thought that entered my mind I could have hurt morepeople than helped myself. But that moment also strengthened oneresolve."Katie, why do you keep calling me that name. Alex is dead.. The bed creaked and squealed with his thoughtless humping. She rubbed her face on the pillowcase, hiding the evidence of her pain, and moaned as he liked her to. Wiggling her rear, she forced herself onto her hands and knees. He gripped her hips, gently for once, and stroked in and out of her. She rocked back against him, gyrating her body as an experienced whore might. Rehearsed pants and moans fell from her like the lies of his love that he professed to her fell from him. False exhortations.