Taking a deep breath I knew I had to confess. Pausing the video, I struggled to find the words. Well, I seen how much you liked the movie we watched a...couple of weeks ago. I finally said. Placing her hand on my leg, Rebecca said it looks like you enjoyed it too. What are you getting at, I asked. Hanging her head Rebecca said, is it wrong to think about other girls. In what way, I asked holding my emotions back. I see a girl in gym class and I get these feelings, Rebecca said. Placing my arm. MY dildo. Well, one of my dildos, but still mine! The little slut was using my sex toys!“Where did you get this?” I asked, suddenly slightly upset.She shrugged. “As if you don’t know,” she moped, looking embarrassed to the side.“Oh,” I replied. “So you’re using my stuff, and now you’re upset that I found out, huh? God, you got some nerve, Judit.”“I was going to give it back,” she said, acting cool and confident to mask her embarrassment. She may be 18, I thought, but she was still acting like a. He loved short little dresses that showed off his legs. The only jeans he could stand to wear now were skin tight and low cut ? like a teenage girl would wear.Chad loved colorful tops and blouses. He had become a real clothes nut. He could not remember all the times that he had gone back to the stores that Christy had taken him to originally. He just could not get enough of shopping at Victoria's Secret and buying sexy undies. He loved looking at skirts, blouses and dresses at the Buckle. He. That's when I knew I must look horrible, so I ran into the ladies room near the elevators and looked at myself in the mirror; and sure enough, the woman staring back looked ghastly, with dark lines of makeup running down her cheeks from all the tears and her hair a mess like someone had grabbed a handful, as indeed he had.I washed my face and removed all my makeup and ran my fingers through my hair as best I could; my purse was locked in my desk drawer down stairs. It never occurred to me I'd.