Colt was going into his sophomore year and I was heading into my senior year. This was our summer to relax and enjoy what little time I had left befor... I went away to college, and the little time Colt had before he would be sucked into Advanced Placement and pre-college coursework. So we ended up getting talked into building a tree house. I know it sounds immature and a little bit childish for our age group, but we had plans. It was intended for his little brother, but both of us could imagine. She told her all about Amy and Brian."Too bad they didn't come with you. From what you've said I wouldn't mind making it with either of them!" chuckled Lilly."I got them to promise they'd come back with me at spring break. Amy wanted to show Brian off to her folks for a few days at Christmas. They live close by ... I'm not sure that's a good idea from what I've heard about her, but I'm sure Amy can handle it either way. She's turned into a very strong willed girl!" From the company she keeps no. Why has this cunt pushed in, in front of me? No fucking manners. Why can’t she just calm down for five fucking minutes? Dick. Keep breathing. Show him. Show them. Why are the decisions always on me? Why do they all fuck with me? They can’t fuck with me. Any of them.Panting, not at what I'm doing, yet, but at the shadows and echos of the outside world and your 'real life', in your head. The moronic letch who makes obvious comments about your private life. The treacherous 'married' who, adored. .. especially when everyone there, except for Carla, thought he was the greatest thing since Jesus?" Hey, don't forget me!" I'm sorry... Carla and you," she says, her eyes reflecting her sincerity, "it was good to know at there were two people there on my side." She takes the drink I pour her, shakes her head, her raven tresses falling back to her shoulders in a silent shower. It's all I can do to remain standing. "Why did you think I wouldn't come here this evening?" she asks."Shelley, it's.