Understood?" As you wish, dear." My son was --" her voice started to raise, and she caught herself. "I am too angry to talk about this," she said afte... a moment. "Do not mistake, however. We *will* talk about it. Long and hard. And about the rules around here." She paused, breathing heavily with anger. "Now, I do not want to see your face for several hours, Daddy." As you wish, dear. I'll be in my room."Grant trekked back to his room and shut the door. He had insisted on having a second phone. I turned and looked at her, confused. “Who would she go out with besides you?!”“Her dad,” I said. Sam burned red. She dropped her head and apologized.“Look, whatever happens, if we’re getting mad at each other over things, real or imagined, then we’re going to need to talk about it,” I told Sam.“Team Girlfriend meeting, then?” Max asked. I turned and smiled. Neither of them was smiling back. That night I had met them, the night I slept with Sam, the day we had been snowed in, they had smiled. This is going to be so muchfun."And with that she reached over to a nearby table, grabbed a bottle ofcooking oil, removed the top, poured a little in her hand, and began torub it on my breast - indicating to me that I should do the same to her.I took the bottle and started to gently rub a little oil on her. Forabout the next fifteen minutes or so we completely coated each otherwith oil and then began snuggling up and rubbing our bodies together. OhJesus! The way it felt when my breasts slid. He smells like Bud Light, Marlboro’s, and sweat. “Last door on the left.”You’d have grinned and laughed and made a cheesy, dirty joke about our room assignment. You don’t though. You’ve gone mute. Which, surprisingly, has the monster in me seeing red.“Have fun,” the fat man leers while the monster rages.I grit my teeth and take the key.-The pungent odor of sex, stale traces of marijuana, and Pine-Sol slap me in the face like a Mike Tyson jab. I lost my white-girl virginity in a shit hole like.