'Okay, ' I thought. 'Okay. I'm awake.'"Yes, Aunt Susan," I asked out loud."Get up, freak, and get your ass downstairs. I want to talk to you."I glance... at the clock. It was almost eight. I got a two-hour nap. I got up, stretched, and headed downstairs.Walking into the living room, I came to a screeching halt. My aunt wasn't alone. Renee was there, as was Andrew Nelson and half a dozen guys wearing letterman jackets announcing that they were on the football team. This was not good.I'd just. And had time for little else.I got back from barracks one dark and cold late February evening to an empty house. A note stuck on the 'fridge door informed me that Pippa would be back late from a meeting and that there were sandwiches and a 6 pack of Murphy stout in the front room. The room was now a combined sitting/dining room, with a table that was usually folded down in a corner but this evening was set up, with a number of exercise books, a ruler and some text books on it. A single upright. We blushed and giggled a little as we continued on until we reached the nearby park that was usually empty at this time of night.As we kept on walking we noticed a van parked out the front behind some trees. My mother took me by the hand and said we should check it out. I agreed and we walked closer to the van which seemed to have been moving the closer we got. We peaked in the window to find a very trashy looking woman being gangbanged by 9 different guys taking turns. I looked at my mother in. "Why shouldn't Jason play dolls with me," asked Emily? "Because dolls are for girls. Boys don't play with dolls!" Tom said.Emily looked puzzled, "What do you mean, my friend Christopher playswith his He-man and GI-Joe dolls, and he is a boy." "Those aren't dolls, they are action figures," said Tom. "It's not thesame. He probably stages battles and fights wars with them; he doesn'thave tea parties and play dress up with them." Yes he does, he is always changing his uniform, and his.