"My gain." I said silently to myself. "Provided everything goes according to plan that is. Otherwise, I really am fucked." There was no sense worrying...about it now, everything had been put into motion, it was just a matter of having everything come together in time, and from there, seeing if the results would be anything as I expected. There was still the possibility the whole thing would blow up in my face, cost me a small fortune, not to mention a considerable amount of grief, and. We danced a lot, especially the slow ones, where she seemed to mold to me, which got me aroused. Instead of being grossed out by my uncontrollable sexual urges, she seemed to enjoy being stabbed by the lump in my suit pants.At around a quarter to eleven, she suggested we head out. I sensed that I had done something wrong, but afraid to ask what, I excused us and we headed for the door. When we got back in the car, she said, "Why don't we head out to the 'Old Road'?" a favorite secluded spot on. . Vernon and I have been making it with each other."Silence fell over the table. Brenda said nothing, just stared at Helen with wide eyes. Then she said, "You don't mean..." That's right, we've been fucking. It started last year. At first it was just petting and fooling around, but then we did the real thing and ever since then we haven't stopped. I know it's awful, I know you probably think I'm a degenerate slut, but I thought I should tell you about it because I need to talk to someone about. “I was just--”“You think can just take out your spoiled little rich girl shit out on me?” She growled. “I--”“I was just being a snot.” Frieda shrugged. “I’ll--”“You’ll be answering to your father is what you’ll be doing,” Val huffed. “When he gets home there’ll be hell to pay. I hope he finally has the sense to fire your spoiled ass.”Frieda kept her temper in check. If she did get fired, then there wouldn’t be anyone to watch the store when her dad went on his business trips. They happened so.