She came near me and asked what was I doing.And I replied sorry 3-4 times and told please don’t tell this to anyone.Suddenly she laughed and said it... normal every teenager does this and then she had gone to kitchenAnd was making food I was scared in room and thinking how to convince her.Then I had gone to the kitchen and then she said bring some veggies from shop (I never used to go to bring some house hold stuff) but this time I had to go as I was afraid of her I came back with veggies and. My cheerleading outfit's in the bag, so all you have to do is change into it and be at school for 8:00, okay." But why should I?" Miranda said. "I didn't do anything wrong." Because you owe me, sis," Melissa lied, as always. "You made me late for the rally and now I'm in chit with the squad. And this'll be your way of making it up for me." Okay, fine, I'll do it," Miranda agreed submissively as she always did."Great," Melissa said in satisfaction. "See you tomorrow night then. Have fun."And. Her father and mother who, at first, had either left the apartment or retired to their own bedroom when Marianne was entertaining, now simply sat at the small kitchen table and counted the profits while the sounds of intercourse wafted from their daughter's bedroom.The local police stopped by to investigate when some neighbors complained of the traffic into and out of the apartment and the passionate noises emanating therefrom. But a half hour with Marianne in which both officers partook of her. “Oh my.”I didn’t – couldn’t – move. I just stared and stammered something like, “Mom, I…”“It’s okay,” she said, blinking again and averting her gaze. “It’s okay, just… put some clothes on and come downstairs and we’ll talk, okay?” She pulled the door shut.More silence. Minda and I didn’t move. It was like, if we stood still long enough, maybe it would undo what had just happened.“Shit,” I finally said.“Oh, God…” Minda agreed.“Shit!”She nodded, looking miserable.“We are in so much trouble. We.