"I must have been more thirsty than I thought", she said. Hannah was watching her silently. "So, Hannah what do you think about love?" Me? I really do...'t know an-anything about it", she stammered sipping her milkshake."I doubt that. You love your father, don't you? And Maddy?" That's different", she countered."Why? Because it doesn't affect your body? But it still affects your soul Hannah. Loving a father still means that you have to trust him and open your heart to him".Hannah's cheeks turned. I'm not sure when it was that Amanda found me dressed in Sloane'sclothes; I really don't remember wearing any boy's clothes at all but Isuppose I did before I lived with Sloane. I was probably around six yearsold.Amanda found me wearing a white A-line skirt with blue poodlesembroidered on the hem, a white blouse, Bobby sox and classic black MaryJane's. I was sitting on the bed and Sloane was brushing my curly blondehair; she had even given me bangs."Sloane! What the fuck are you doing with. God the dildo & that vibrate feeling it then she tells me push it bit harder in her as I do my wife now in a lounder voice telling me to fuck her harder there I am pushing it hard in my wife pussy & still telling me fuck her harder.I had to stop wife asks why when she look at me seeing me sweating she said how about doing it doggy style so you can cool bit down.She gets into position & put bit more jell on the dildo got behind her & slide it right in she jump forward saying that hurt I told her. I didn't give a fuck about them or speak to them. Mr. Livingston was always giving me dirty fucking looks. You would think that the only two black families on one block would be friendly to each other.My mother and father were no better. They made every attempt to be nice to our stupid fucking neighbors. If they thought I was going to flip my style and start acting white so our stupid black neighbors would like us, well lets just say they had a better chance of seeing hell freeze over or seeing.