She had her self respect, the respect of my parents and teachers. I had the shame of my actions. I rode home quietly glad she had not tried to compe...e with me like I had with her, glad she was safe and hopefully happy. I was going to have a baby and didn’t even know who the father was. Was this price of popularity or my own foolish dream of what I thought popularity was about?We got home and I headed up to my room to wait for dinner. I put on some music and tried not to be too stressed. She got in a relationship with a friend of mine for a number of years, but after a while they split up and after dating a few guys on dating sites she met her current husband (let's call him Bob).We've known Bob for a few years now and I can honestly tell you he's a pervert like me ;). His hobby is chatting online with women and get them to send him pictures or movies of themselves. He's a carnivore and would probably have sex with any woman who would make herself available to him. In fact,. I entered my room, and made my bed, making sure everything was tidy enough for her to come in here. She would be getting the best orgasms of her life, but afterwards she'll be just running around my room cleaning everything up, like the neat freak she is. I took a lot of pillows from her room and placed them on my bed, fluffing them up a bit. I was naked, my clothes still in the bathroom, and I didn't need to worry about covering myself up, my clothes would just be off in a little while anyway.. " Sage frowned."I don't care. If you really want to know, I'll tell you. I'll tell you why she said it too because, well, really, it's probably true. But I don't want to make you uncomfortable. It's a negative sexual term and she meant it as an insult."Sage looked appalled, "I'm a slut?"Now it was Helen's turn to be shocked, "You? I thought she said it about me! Oh no, not you. Christ! What did that nosy little bitch say to you?"Sage smiled shyly; she had heard that one enough to know its.