Even after the shadowy group had burned down her house, she had still seemed sweet and good-spirited. That was gone. Murder filled her eyes. Whatever ...he had heard on the phone changed her.When they reached the top of the stairs, Liv exchanged the slipper for a lighter in the Go Bag. She stomped over to the gas stove, reached behind it and yanked out a flexible, silver line. "Give me your Strider," she ordered. Finn complied, then rushed up the stairs to look for anything that might indicate. Our kiss was much better and my hard-on poked at her belly. Sharon just reached down and tucked it between her legs and kissed me again. Then she said, “Isn’t this much better now that I got your hard-on out of the way?”I was speechless it felt so good.Sharon said, “It belongs in there anyway, you know.”I finally asked, “What do you mean?”Sharon replied, “My mother had the birds and bees talk with me but it was all about penis and vagina, sex and abstinence, and not getting pregnant. That was. " Not like that, stupid," she said. She was facing me, propped up on one elbow, doodling in the small line of hair that ran from my belly button to my crotch. It sort of tickled, in a squirmy way. "I mean, she likes you." Nah." I dismissed the thought. I had too many complications right now to be thinking of Lori like that."What?" She was persistent. "You don't think of her in that manner?" No. Yes. I mean... Well, she's really pretty and all." I sighed. This was an uncomfortable conversation. There was also a bra, withsmall gelatine filled inserts for the cups. I sighed, knowing that ifI had to wear girl's clothes, that I had better do everything I couldto look like a real girl, or I would certainly get the shit beat outof me, by guys who were just like me in attitude.I put the bra on, and I slid the small flesh coloured pads into thelacy cups. I felt the weight they made, as I suddenly felt theunfamiliar pull of bra straps across my shoulders. Next came a softpink tee shirt. I knew.