Terry could just imagine the looks he’d get from then on and the muttered slurs some of the boys were bound to make whenever Terry walked by. On th... other hand, if he said nothing it was almost a given that Serge would be fucking Terry again and again all summer long. In the end, more concerned with the reactions of his fellow teenagers than with the prospect of having his new 'pussy’ repeatedly fucked during the summer, Terry said nothing. And the boy was not surprised when, later that. Shit. Either one, I don't care."I closed my eyes as he poured me a glass, then it seemed like the very next moment he was pressing the cold glass against my cheek."Thanks," I said sleepily as I reached to take it."Hey, don't give him that," Chris said coming from the bedroom carrying the baby in his arms."Why not?" Peter asked."Because then he can't hold this," he said, sitting down next to me and gently transferring the baby to my arms."Shit, she's so small," I said gently."Hey!" Peter. She pretended that she did not see me at all. I was very upset. But then it was better to be discreet about it as word travels very fast in villages. Nothing happened that day. It was disappointing. One of my relatives came to inquire about granny. We talked the evening away. At night i went to the one street town nearby to just loiter and spend my time, hoping i could meet naani. But there was no such luck. I came back, had my dinner and went to my room to read my novel. Granny went to sleep. ”“So does he, but they’re afraid.”“Of what?”“Sex ruining things.”“Nonsense.”“I agree, but they have bad examples. Cruel and abusive fathers who happened to be best friends. Treating their mothers horribly before wandering off to adventure together and getting killed.”“And the mothers?”“Lovers, through comforting each other.”“Do they know?”“Sorum knows. And approves. It is a model for her for what love is.”“I have a purpose here. To seduce the girl.”“And entice the boy to join.”“How is he.