I met Stan for the first time at the next gathering.Stan was around forty years old, a big mouthy type guy. I really didn't like the guy much. Gloria,...on the other hand, was a really sweet girl. She was probably twenty years old, a little on the chubby side but still beautiful. She had one fantastic personality. I couldn't believe she would be with a guy as arrogant as Stan. What does he hold over her that she stays with him? After all they are not even married and he was twice her age. She. "Right, Francesca. I need you and you know it. Just let me flog Brown and I'll forget your insolence." "Fuck you. I love her, Flog us both or flog neither of us!" "OK, Francesca. You win. For now, at least. Go out to the wreck with her and have fun. I promise not to be looking! Just come up with the goods!"DAY TWENTY FIVE"I think your hide is safe for the while, my lovely girl!" Fran and Frieda were swimming out to the wreck again. Francesca was cold already but the hardy Frieda was loving her. ‘shit’, he thought, ‘my little sister is just one of those sluts..’. He never before thought of her like that. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. Steve walked by Tori’s room, with the intention of going to his own. But he could not fight entering her room. It was stupid and wrong of him to go there. What the hell was he even looking for?! First, he opened her underwear drawer. There were some sexy little things in there. Many see-through, lace thongs and panties.Steve was disgusted by himself. I sat in the middle of the back seat to avoid any shoulder straps that would injure me further. The school told me you were in a fight. That doesnt sound like you. I could see her looking at me in the rear-view mirror. It wasnt so much a fight as a massacre. Who started it. I laughed and then winced at the pain. He started it, was it, and finished it. I was just the punching bag. What happened? Can we talk about it later? She looked back at me again. I knew she was worried about me. And I knew.