He poured out his sorrows onto the paper: about Cathy and their estranged relationship, about himself, his character and person, his love for her and ...eleste. He typed through the night into dawn. When he was finished, he carefully collected the tear-moistened sheets, folded them into a manilla envelope, and slipped it through her bedroom door. "She might never read this," he thought, "but it's the best apology I can make." Sighing in resignation, he went outside the house, got into his car,. Now that we were both turning 18, we went out for each other's birthdays and because my friend lived a lot closer to the bar he said I could crash at his place to save the long trip home afterwards. We had a great night and were both a little drunk as we made our way back to our beds for the night. We were trying to sneak up his stairs but probably not doing a very good job at it.As I stumbled to my bed in the spare room I shrugged off my clothes and passed out as my head hit the pillow. I was. He kicked the door open, letting them all smell the trash Cameron had left rotting in the garbage bags. “Can we please get out of this shithole?”“Ohhh, sweetie,” said Sara, giving Wayne a big hug. Cameron couldn’t help but watch as she squashed her breasts against him. Wayne definitely noticed it too and visibly relaxed. She had his number, that was for sure. “We can go to my house. Daddy’s away on business and Mom doesn’t mind.”“You sure?” said Wayne, not pushing her away.Sara released him.. He suggested she get her pizza and a drink, then take a break.That struck her as a wonderful idea. She couldn't believe how tired she was. She served herself, then had one of the cashiers run her card for her stuff and Lena's pizza. Then she found her way to the break room, and collapsed into a chair.Half a slice, and a third of a glass later, she was just starting to feel human again. The door opened to two female voices." ... scary. I mean, what if there were other people here when he wigged.