She tried to reach out to them, and she sensed them reaching to her. But the gulf between them stretched into eternity.Thoughts swirled around her spi...it. Thoughts of despair. Thoughts of sorrow. Thoughts of regret. Some were her own, some were not. It was as if she, Susan, and Ann were sharing a single consciousness despite the vast gulf that appeared to separate them in the void.Ann's thoughts were the most anguished, her mental voice the most shrill. She was one step away from insanity. "Honey, you shouldn't worry about things like that. Even if your father did, which I honestly don't know, I wouldn't be bothered by it. Like you said, all guys do it." Wow, you're ok with that?" she asked in disbelief. "That's very...progressive of you." What about you?" I asked, keeping her father out of this. I wanted this to include only myself and my two c***dren."What about me?" How often do you look at porn on the internet?" I asked boldly.Breanna turned red again, which was a dead. We show up around 11pm and there is a drag show competition going on. I sit at the quietly and antisocial drinking a beer at the bar, while she starts becoming a social butterfly and engaging everyone in conversation. She is trying to completeltly embrace my sexuality to the point of being over the top and annoying, but I know its because she loves me.The drag show ends and she begins talking to veru beautiful latina Queen. My lady introduces us, and I am shy at first. After some awkward small. I can see his face and he eyes shift from beast to baby cub. He doesn’t say anything but already I feel bad cause he looks so kind with his loving sad eyes. He turns around and starts walking toward one of the piles of junk in this small warehouse. I feel bad now. “I’m sorry, I want this I just didn’t expect it to happen so fast.” He turns to me with a smile but there’s something in his hands. The next thing remembered was waking up with a spitting headache and the sensation of having my arms.