L?-bas, il demanda ? Matthieu de s'expliquer.Celui-ci r?pliqua que personne dans le club ne voulait plus jouer avecun pervers comme moi, que toute l'e...plication ?tait sur ma page"Facebook". Je ne comprenais pas. J'avais bien une page sur ce r?seausocial, mais je ne m'en servais que rarement, et uniquement pour publierdes photos de nos matchs, ou pour dialoguer avec Emilie. Matthieuinsista furieusement, et en haussant le ton, il parla de mon "autrepage". Je comprenais encore moins. Je niais. In fact, I am sure Ashley told Greg to ask me as a way of needling me. Of course, it backfired. I jump at the chance to educate virgins in the ways of Disney’s evil. In this case, the virgins were three friends of Ashley’s from college who were visiting for a wedding. None had ever been to Disneyland. In a less paranoid moment, it occurred to me that maybe Greg had invited me because all the girls were single like myself. However, it is hard for me to think that anything can be so nice and. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”She nodded, eagerly.I got up and found Lori between me and the door. She was looking avidly at the front of my shorts.“OMG. It’s sticking out a mile, Bobby! You have to let her see that.”“Good night, Lori,” I said, with as much dignity as I could. “Good night Cassie,” I said over my shoulder.“Night!” I heard Cassie’s voice issue from the computer.Lori brushed by me and plopped on the bed. I turned to leave and, just as my hand contacted her doorknob, she called to. "Cindy..." Mom," I said in response to that, attempting to return, begin licking her again, but she held me in place."No ... wait, we ... we need talk, please Cindy ... please," she said urgently, desperately, sounding on the verge of tears now. Reluctantly I sat up, her hand only then moving away from my own breast, though mine remained on hers as I sat there looking down at her, still touching, but now smiling as she smiled back. "We ... we really shouldn't honey," she said trying to convince.