He'd have to leave his room sooner or later. When he realized Aunt Jean was getting drunk and crying, he had felt sorry for her, but even with the pit..., he never was very nice to her. He should have been. Maybe it was that she was such a dork, or the way she acted so weird about her eye that first summer she stayed, even though he had seen her at least a couple times every year all his life.Her eye had creeped him out as a boy when Mom had told him to give Aunt Jean a hello or good-bye hug.. For the moment she had forgotten all about Makeeda. There was something about this old, deep friendship and sexual connection that was deeply compelling. "I'm dying to see you. It's not just sex." A likely story. Anyway, I thought you were involved."Laura could not remember if Deshona knew about Makeeda, or was referring to Sara. Their affection for each other was so firm and deep that she often kidded Laura about her various amours, now clearly having a few of her own to balance them, no. " How? I know I did some major damage with the ruler. Does it hurt inside, too?" The big thing is the outside. It stings and burns and it's constant. There's nothing I can do. It hurts to rub it, scratching it is totally out of the question, I'm sure soaking it in the bath would ease the burning but it would sting more. And you've got it covered up with this stupid box, so there's nothing I could do to it anyway. The inside feels more bruised, like when someone punches you on the arm. It's kind. Two are locked. One picture shows her with a triple stack burger in her open wide mouth. Eyes slightly closed, focused on the burger and no care in the world. Two other pictures were face selfies. One of which was her cute round face with glasses and some filtered in hearts over her cheeks. Blonde dyed shoulder length hair. Her equally dark trimmed eyebrows, framed beautifully by silver-grey irises. Cheeks and nose dotted with freckles on her fair skinned face. Lastly, pink luscious lips,.