I was dumfounded. Moreover scared now. What’ll happen now? Would she tell mother and father? What they’ll do? They’ll kick me out from house or ...hat. All the time I was scared and tensed. I tried to talk with Sangita couple of times but she ignored me. After when Father return I was more terrified. I tried to avoid everybody, as I knew that anytime they would confront me. By the time we sat for dinner nothing happened. I was surprised when I found that every time my eyes met my sisters she. A pawn shop.Clothes from the Salvation Army, clothes that would swallow me, make me the raggedy homeless girl. Human debris, not just something people didn’t notice; I wanted to be something people avoided noticing.Every morning, waking up at four, waiting for the phone to ring. Wondering if it ever would or if this was some kind of purgatory. Sometimes I wondered if maybe I had died. If maybe I was really buried in that dirt floor basement. Sometimes during the day, I picked it up just to hear. I let my eyes feast as they started to grope each other’s asses while grinding their pussies against the other’s thigh. I loved how their tits mashed together; the bottoms of CC’s resting on the tops of Amber’s because of their five-inch height difference. And even though my sister was the one tilting her head up to kiss, you could tell that she was the dominant one. If there was a luckier teenager than me, it’d be a miracle.After a few minutes of them heating each other up, they broke their. And it was what had sustained him through the prison-like experience he’d endured in the few months since then, too broke to go out much and too afraid to see Serène out and about with her new love in their small city, with the weather too nasty to spend much time outside anyway. Seated at his computer, hour after hour into the night and sometimes all night, studying trends and financial news and waiting for just the right time to buy and sell, his one solace was that a little luck might find.