They’ll never hurt anyone else. Celebrate it. Hoist a glass to young Buddy Fagin. Several glasses. Little fucker.When Vanessa and I returned from In...ependence, from watching Jin and his mother being arrested at that sad motel, we paused in the lobby of the Wrigley Hotel. Vanessa grinned at me and took Jin’s poster off the easel by the street entrance. Took it upstairs. Souvenir.Jessie Sullivan, on her own initiative, hacked her way into Cassandra’s bank account. Cassandra Sanders, like Phillip. Then she took my hand and we went inside the kitchen. I filled my mug and she cleaned up the coffee pot for our next trip. Our next trip! Did I think that? I realized I had. I also realized that I was not looking forward to returning to the farm as much as usual.With everything cleaned up and returned to their places, we went out to the SUV, got in and left. She looked at my list and directed me to our next stop.We were at the last stop of the day. As I picked up the things and loaded them into. I started pressing her boobs, moving my hand on her cleavage and was playing with her nipples. It was 12and in the laptop screen light we cut the cake, my gf wished my with a heavy French kiss and we had chocolate cake and again started watching movie, her friend had her phone towards my right where my gf was in pretext of taking her phone she rubbed her entire body on my penis from over my boxers to which she felt my erection which i got while playing with my gfs boobs while moving back to her. "Maybe women, also?" I think about how good that idea sounds and realize that I've been lying to myself. I'm bisexual. Maybe. If I can find one I can respect.. and one I am worthy of. Carlo starts to laugh. It sounds beautiful. What's so funny? "Sometimes it is not who you find. It is who you let find you." I realize then that Carlo let me find him and I let Gina find me. You mean like Gina. Not a question, a statement. "It is clear that you complement each other." I grin. I could do worse. "Do.