Every other weekend they would stay at my house(small back room that I am renting) to get away from their whole parent situation to live life a little...while enjoying the Southern California beach weather. They would both crash out on the floor in my room. On a typical weekend, we'd go hiking, do some drinking/smoking, play video games and laugh our asses off. My friend would always go to sleep early as he always woke up at 4 am to go to work. His girlfriend didn't like waking him up when it. "Friend, lover, stranger… mother," He pressed on, sliding his hand gently up her thigh, making her reel back into her chair from her leaning position. She was breathing heavily, her body reacting to the touch she's been repressed of all those years. It was an incredible feeling for her and only left her wanting more. She glanced over at Derek, his eyes were glazed over watching them. Her mind was moving a mile a minute; an internal struggle brewed between her primal desires and her motherly. Jennifer, thinking faster even than I thought she could (or had she done this before, too?), jumped off of me and sat down on the floor next to the bed, opposite the door. Just as quickly, I found the sheet and covered myself up. "Daddy, where's Jennifer?" came a little voice through the door. "She's in here, sweetheart," I said telling the truth up to that point, anyway. "She just came in a minute ago to tell me a secret about what she might get for your birthday," I finished, having come up. Either her memory was selective or she thought I was stupid. "It was nice seeing you again Felicia..." I began and she just erupted. This time there was no Kathy around to protect me."I've been kissing your ass or trying to for more than two years now," she screamed. "All I wanted to fucking know is why you bailed on me. Even the worst criminal in the world deserves to know what he's guilty of. Fuck, is it so hard for you to just do me the courtesy of talking to me?" Everyone at the party had.