Offended Allison piped up, "It's MY room, not a guest room. You can take all my teenage posters and animals out, but it's still MY room. AND, we'll sh...wer together. We're all for saving the worlds resources."With that she took my hand and nearly dragged me out of my chair before her parents could react to her boldness.As soon as the door in our room clicked shut I looked to her and pointed a finger."You're just pushing buttons trying to create a controversy to prove how much in love we are. I. Debbie got right up to the window and pressed her tiny titties against the glass. The truck driver tooted his air horn and that made Debbie smile.We fooled around and got each other off again before Mom called to us. I stopped to wash my hands and saw Mom smiling at me. We were approaching a big mall and we were going shopping for white clothes for the girls.Debbie kept me right by her side and wanted my opinion on everything. She tried on several items but made sure that they were all tight on. I had nightmares and found myself tossing and turning, wishing Fiona were there to cuddle me close and make it all better. It seemed she was addictive, and I was on withdrawal. I had to ask her if I could join her for the weekend, as she had hinted earlier.I hadn’t managed to sleep very well. I got up and I looked at myself naked in the mirror to see the progress, and for the first time I saw the bruising beginning to fade. Fiona had been right: it would be too soon to wear my blouse. My skin. Nostalgia got the better of me and I diverted from a quick glance at the rear gate to the underside of the tree sanctuary. Hands reached for the nearest rung and old senses rekindled, scooted me up. I poked my head inside and took in a deep breath. It smelled the same.Old wood, weathered from the years, a hint of sweetness from the Maple tree combined with my memories and I smiled. I grabbed at the lifting rope, one that helped with the last jump to get into our playground and hefted myself.