"I'm sorry if I disturbed you all," she apologised over breakfast."It isn't a problem," reassured Mrs Wilson. "Losing your parents isalways traumatic....If you ever feel like talking about it then it willnever go further than this family." I know, but it isn't something I feel I can do. I know it helps totalk about things but I'm not ready yet. Perhaps in a few weeks, ormonths, I'll have the courage." Whenever you're ready," said Mrs Wilson patting Charlotte's hand."Where do you keep the clean. The women wanted to be angry. In their minds they had the right to be angry... should be angry. And being duped was the least of what Bobby had done to them. There were, in a sense, eleven people in the room. Five of them were nestled deep inside five of the others, floating, unconcerned, warm and safe. The women carrying them, though, were not so serene, and they wanted to blame their condition on Bobby.But try as they could to be angry with him for his deception, all of those women had loved. I know how to apply makeup and it'snatural to me.I separate a strand of hair just like Mom showed me. I take the curlingiron, take the lock of hair and secure it in the iron. Right away Ishoot the iron to the end of the blond lock and start twisting towardsmy scalp as if winding spaghetti on a fork. I quickly grab the can of"Curl Holder" spray and mist the curling iron. Knowing I have secondsbefore needing to release the spoon of the iron, I reach for mycigarette. A girls gotta smoke while. He made me face him afterwards and started fucking me with my legs wrapped around his waist. I took in his satisfied and cocky expression as he towered above me, clearly proud of having conquered me. Visible drops of sweat started to roll down his neck and stain the shirt he was wearing. Wasting no time, he ripped his long sleeves and pants off, leaving only his tie on before he continued to pound into me. I took in his ripped muscles and arms with visible satisfaction and approval. I like how.