"No. At least... not a proper one. It's weird. Stop it. Do you want tohear my story, or not?" Okay," he conceded."What started as a diagnosis of stres... brought on by my exams quitequickly turned into an assessment that I was a crazy person.Schizophrenia, they said. That explained why I was having hallucinations,but it didn't offer any kind of cure. There isn't one. There are drugsthat control some of the urges, and make you slow and stupid and make yougain weight until you look like a fucking. The boysdidn't want to be bothered having a girl underfoot. To get his sister out theway, Greg said she could play if she could shoot more free throws in a rowthat he could. If she couldn't, he could tie her up in the garage so she wouldn'tbother them while they played. It was a pretty safe bet as he rarely missedand his sister rarely even hit the rim of the basket. There was a reason thatthe boys didn't want her to play besides the fact that she was a girl. "That's not fair!" Natalie. Ophhh.Later asked to send her pics on whats app..to my surprise she selfie with her bra and panty which was real delicious pics..And she asked for my pic.I sent her pics of my chest and my rocket which hard and long…Me: Hey sex dollShe: hmm RaviMe: your boobs look like mango babyShe: ummm..really do you like themMe: if I get a chance will pinch press and eat themShe: hahaha…you making me horny. And last night when I was having sex with my hubby felt like you were fucking my horny pink pussyMe:. She got up and went to the adjoining bathroom. She was in there for a minute before he heard her scream.Ryan flew to the door, but it was locked."What's the matter?" he asked. "Jen, are you okay?"There was no answer, and he asked again, knocking on the door."I'm okay," her muffled voice told him. "Ryan, can you get your mother please?" My mom? What do you want her for?" Ryan, please can you just get your mom?" she asked, crying.He went after his mom, concerned, but feeling extremely left out..