..please fuck mmmm...uugh,” I just kept moaning, chanting don’t stop, I can’t, fuck me, hell yea, and various other phrases as if they were pray...rs and Monica and Sam were the gods I was begging for salvation. And damned if they didn’t deliver. I didn’t know I had it in me to explode again so soon, but a nuclear explosion is the only way to describe my orgasm. I threw my head back and let out a loud ohhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaaaa as Monica slammed the cucumber so deep I crumbled onto Sam’s thighs and. Another kid steps closer. Yeah, howd you get your rack so big? My burning face scrunches up. I want to cry. Ew! Youre so nasty! Why would they ask this? They drift away, thank god, leaving me to cry into my hands. I dont really want todays beef stew special anymore. Come over here, Abby. Its my friend Kaitlyn! She motions me toward our table. Thanks so much, I sniff, taking a seat. Some guys were acting weird to me in line. Aw, that sucks, she says, followed by echoes of yeah from the rest of. "'Of course the freak out part of this day isn't over,' I thought when Ifelt my heart start pounding again. Then I realized that they weren'tthere with Mom. It was a little odd that she hadn't told my friends tocome on back to my room, but my mom is a smart woman."Can you help me?" I quickly asked, removing the "glam" so to speak. Momnodded and as soon as I had the vest and belt off, she helped remove thewig and let my hair down. I'd have to put it all on again soon, but atleast the secret. I wondered what she'd told Mom her reason was for being out this late on a week night."Do you think you'll be okay?" I asked, hoping to hear something positive."Yeah, I hope so. I'm going out tomorrow and find a job, somewhere, somehow. I can't be doing what I almost did. That's just not me. I guess I was desperate." There came that small sad smile again. "Thank you for what you did for us. That'll get us through this weekend and something might turn up for me by then." Maybe when I come back.