" Speak, then."I carefully marshaled my arguments "The world has changed. We don't know what brought it all about, but we have been carried along with...everything else to a place that terrifies us. Nobody can sleep at night without dying. The things we have long depended on have become undependable. We are at the mercy of whatever is out there, and it HAS no mercy. I come seeking understanding. I come seeking wisdom."The silence was a living thing. Then the voice spoke once again. "Man, you know. At least it's empty in here so you can brace yourself for this whole letting your hair down for Wendy, you think to yourself. Setting the box down on the bench you start to rummage through it. White one piece, black thong, electric blue thong, red boob top, silver bottom bikini, a maroon lower bikini, a maroon bikini top, the list goes on. "Chicks can't just wear shorts can they?"Since you'd already found the matching top and bottom in maroon, you decide to go with that. Laying them out. I don't think much of it and I get settled. Cyle comes back and has a drink for myself and him. Cyle has managed to scoot his chair close enough that he can reach into my lap. I hook my leg over him and give him access to me. Thinking it would be fun to see how long I can keep a steady face at the table. We always tried to make each other get so worked up that we have to leave the table. Seemed like today he was going to put me to the test. I nearly yelp when I feel him manage to get his. One that dad seemed to enjoy ignoring - so her destiny could fall upon my guiding shoulders. Thinking back, it was a very strange feeling - realizing mother had to do what I told her. And as long as dad did not find out, or object, more because it would embarrass him and cause him to loose face, I could do whatever I wished.Don't think I lost all interest in blond haired white girls - on the contrary, this was more of a convenient and obtainable outlet for my growing sexual frustration at that.