They were able to pull themselves together and clean up last night's messes but only by the hardest. It was fully two days later before all the laying...around, pissing, and moaning died down.It didn't really matter much. Our new camp was well sorted out by now and most of the building was completed. We were well on our way to being ready for winter and things everywhere seemed to be going as they should.On the other hand things seemed different for me. It was nothing I could specifically point. Not even sounds came to her, other than the distant chirrups of a million crickets. The car had left right after she went inside. It took its rumble down the hill. Its sound drowned in the overall buzz of the background. The old woman never returned.Any other might have got curious. She might have started a private exploration around the house, or even inside it. Brigitte was curious, of course. But she had been told to stay put, so she did. Little stirrings inside her might tease her. But she. Oh...." I still say you look like you're wearing pretty panties." The panty boy said, always speaking softly, then asked, "What's your name, sweetie?"He cleared his throat and answered, "Joe." Joe.... hmmmm." The neighbor's voice got a happy tone and said, "I know, let's call you Josie, OK?"Joe took a few seconds to understand what he meant, "You want to call me Josie?" Yes, do you like it? I think it's a pretty name. I'm Marcie." Josie? Yeah sure, why not? Uh... Marcie." Hee hee. That's. I recently realized that I'm gay, and that I have a crush on my best friend Sonic.Sonic . . . . damn he's hot. His velvety blue hair spikes up all over the place in a way that looks unbelievably gorgeous and sexy. He is 19, 5' 11, weighs roughly 140, and has the best six-pack you've ever seen, even Knuckles is jealous of him. I don't know when it happened, but after spending years by his side, fighting robots, having him snuggling up next to me in my plane, I realized that I was in love with.