But you maintain the illusion of freedom of being able to do that. But that illusion is a powerful one.I ran out the door, my father calling after me,...a sad, broken, and lonely man. I had taken everything from him. Here I was doing it again.But it wasn’t as if I had control of my legs. I really didn’t. All of me, on some level, wanted to stop, turn around, and go back. To end this. But something stopped me. For me this wasn’t over. This was far from over.My feet had wings. I ran so fast I could. ”“Obviously.”“Is there a point to this or are you just challenging me to amuse yourself?”“I like the idea of watching you walk past all those people who maybe just watched us fuck. But also I’m hot and want an ice cream.” Sam pointed at an ice cream truck parked on the sand.“Fine.” Tegan laughed. “You have some cash?”“Here.” Sam took his wallet from his backpack and took out a twenty. “I’ll make you a deal.” Sam said, jerking it back from her hand as she reached for it.“Here it comes.” Tegan. It's just that she didn't want to do anything that could make things worse for you, so she did the next best thing she could think of; to give me the chance to punish her. She told me some of what happened, although she insisted that if she ever told the whole story, it would only be to you. We talked for a long time. By the time she left to see her friend Cindy the next day, the way I felt about her had changed; at least somewhat."Shaking his head in confusion, Tim interrupted. "Two and a half. Both my sister and I were very well raised in a loving home where are parents worked extremely hard to give us a good life. We both went to school and were very good A average students. For most of my life I just saw my sister as just that a sister. We used to play as kids, but we drifted apart as most sibling do when one begins to get older. We played less often and she started calling me annoying at the beginning. It did hurt me but I was just a dumb kid I got over it and made my own friends.