Beyond that I had specific concerns with them. There was not only the fact that they had to harbor some kind of resentment towards Emily for the death...of their son, these were people who raised a man who was capable of beating his wife to death.Of course, the alternative was going into the foster system as a teenager. While my time in the system wasn't terrible, it wasn't a life I would wish on anyone. Plus, she would most likely end up moving around a lot.But my real issue was that, regardless. Went to bed." Well, my crappy bed groans so loud every time I turn, it sometimes wakes me up. I remember fidgeting for a few minutes, but then I fell asleep."I was lying and Angie was flushing up her neck to her cheeks.Our respective self-abuse had suddenly coincided. Conjoined. And then continued. We both knew what we were both doing. Listening for the other. But we never said anything about it, other than blushing and averting our eyes in the morning.After a hot while, the distance seemed. They haven’t known love in their lives. They don’t know what it is to experience what it feels like to have someone that you know you could spend the rest of their lives with. Lucy and I are lucky; we know what that’s like. Becca was standing in the corner, seemingly frozen in place, not knowing what to do. It reminded Lynx of how he was frozen solid when Lucy had brought up the subject of sex for the first time. He had been unable to move or speak. Maybe not the best analogy for this. "That's ok," I told her as I untied her.She left the room while I cleared everything away.* * *We didn't speak of our adventures the next day.Like before, Helen behaved as if it had never happened.Then, the day after that, she suddenly brought up the subject of sex again."So can we watch your porn this evening?" Helen asked as we ate our curry.I almost choked at her sudden suggestion."Do you want to?" Yep," she said with a broad grin."I think we probably can then," I told her.Half an hour later.