She never wears skirts and dresses, even though our mom always buys them for her, hoping that she'll outgrow her tomboy ways. Like I said, though, th...se skirts and dresses do get worn; by me. Melissa had just changed into those jeans and t-shirt after our parents left; she took off her I-Pod and we started talking about this and that, when our story starts up. "Can you really believe this bullshit Mom and Dad are putting us through" Melissa said. "To have to spend a whole summer with some. " Okay, What do you got?" You'll see, Just make sure you come straight home, no detours to Randi's hou...", She stopped speaking in mid sentence. I felt myself blushing furiously and my voice cracked as I spoke."That's not even remotely funny. How would you feel if Dad hated you?" I felt a tear starting to roll down my cheek.Mom rushed around the table and grabbed me up in a hug "I'm sooo so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." She pulled my head to my her breast as I began crying."I most humbly. ..XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXPoof! It all went black.It was pitch black save for the light at the end of this seemingly endless void. The light seemed to radiate warmth. It began... speaking.Do you honestly believe you have a chance out in the wild, you little walking snack pack. They'll turn you into a fleshlight, welp. The only true law out here is fucking by the strongest.Your oh so great "Sexual Prowess" won't save you. There's. Se ba?o con rapidez yse puso un combinado de chamarra de gamuza color mostaza, pantalonesdel mismo tono y unas grandes botas, tambien de gamuza.La obra de teatro estuvo muy divertida. Fue una sensacion extra?aidentificarme con las otras espectadoras. Desde el mirarnos que ropaestabamos usando, hasta el reirnos de los mismos chistes, aunque yo mereprimiera un poco, por la necesidad de que mi risa no sonara demasiadograve.De ahi nos fuimos a un bar, a platicar, como dijo Elsa, a la manera delas.