"Baby, what's wrong?"And then it all came out in a flood. Donna listened to the whole story and then she said:"I hate to be an 'I told you so', but I ...old you not to marry that asshole. I've never liked him."Donna took her in her arms and gave her a hug."What am I going to do?" she asked her friend.Donna gave a little laugh, "What you are going to do baby, is get even."It was two days later when she showed up at Donna's for lunch. She had followed Donna's instructions and was wearing crotchless. I couldn’t resist. I thought maybe one of her friends had written it and there was one friend I particularly liked that was a year younger then me.I opened the piece of paper properly and read the words. It was not from a friend but a letter that Tanya had written her self. It was a piece she had torn out of her diary.“Dear Diary, I know this is wrong but I can’t help my self. I think about my brother, Jack, all the time now. I watch him sleep some nights and when I play with my self I picture. If there was anything that she could do for Jason, it would be done. Even in her intense state of mourning, she recognized how great Jason's help had been. Yet, like when someone is at a loss for words, she was also at a loss for a way to return her gratitude.Later she would ask Stan. But for now, the steady arm to help carry her through the rest of the day would be there. Jason would be there.Mandy knew there would be a houseful of guests and Maggie would take care of it all. Dave would act as. Mere weeks ago, Constance had been ignorant of the ways of men and women, and now she could not stand to think of living without the glorious crashing climaxes. Never mind how she had been introduced to it. The horror of her incestuous violation by her brother paled against the splendid pleasures she now craved. That Rob was far from here, and she would never have to see him again, only made her happier. These past two days had been a glut of fucking, until Constance fell into her blankets.