However, they weren’t our father. We all had a different father. My mother didn’t marry any of the men who made her pregnant. In fact, we never kn...w who our fathers were.Sometimes, when our mother had to work late, we’d stay at our grandmother’s. She didn’t approve of how our mother paid the bills. She wasn’t the nicest lady in the world; however, when we were there, I felt safe. I don’t think my mother and her really got along.When I was eighteen, I came out of the shower and caught one of the. At night, Wayne always worshiped the dollar sign on the wall. He prayed to some mystical "invisible hand" and asked it to help him and his daughter.Sherwin sometimes came into my room and told me to get a life of my own instead of spying on the neighbours all the time. I told my brother about the bomb recipes I found in Wayne's house and he started to look worried."Do you think maybe Wayne's a terrorist?" I asked."Could be," said Sherwin. "Maybe he's training his daughter to become a terrorist. She crawled into bed with me. Laying in bed with her was a little strange as I had never so much as changed in the same room as her. "Hey Rachel?" Yeah?" I whispered.I heard Natalie chuckle and reply, "Good, you're awake."I felt her arms reach out for me and I pulled her close. It was intimate, the way she held me. For a second, I never wanted to let her go. Then, I realized she was topless. I quickly pushed her back away.She pouted. "What?" Y-you're, like, naked!"She laughed, "Silly. Who. So, I decided to head to Ricky's room and give him back his books. I was about to knock on Ricky's door, but I heard something. I was curious, so I quietly opened the door and took a peek through the crack. My mouth and eyes opened widely. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Ricky was fucking himself with a dildo. "Ohhh....Oh, Mystique. You're fucking me so good," Ricky moaned.Oh my fucking God.....Ricky was having a sexual fantasy about me! Me fucking him in the ass! I bit my bottom lip. I.