And Jennifer needs to explain something to you.”“Apologize? Why?”“Melanie, I’m sorry I lashed out at you,” Jennifer said. “I shouldn’t...have done it. We can fix this.”“How?”“First off, you get well. Second, you go to Prom with Steve. Third, you have my permission to screw him silly on Prom night.”“What?!”“Melanie, I freaked out because I liked kissing you and all that other stuff. And it scared me. I’m sorry. If you want to fuck his brains out, do it. But you have to get healthy first.”Melanie’s. Again the school day dragged, but I did manage to focus on math class enough to keep Mr. Semaile, our teacher, from yelling at me like he had the previous class. I found a quiet corner at lunch time, needing space alone to think of something that would work for whatever my little sister was plotting. It was about ten minutes before class, when Sarah snuck up on me, looking like she was running a one-woman manhunt.“Where’s Joanne, Jim?” she demanded. “I looked for her all lunch period, and I. . that wasn't enough. So I started putting out random ads, looking to hear from guys. My ads would be very general: "Married, but craving cocks real bad. Let me know if you can help me with that."I would exchange emails with some guys, sometimes chat, but would not go further. I was scared to make the move. Scared to leave her. And scared of what would come next. Until I received this email from Todd (not his real name)."Hi Alex. I know how you feel. I've been there. I want you to know that. “Sure, that sounds like fun.” the brunette said with a smile. “I haven’t got around to trying out the pool yet.”“This one would love to come swimming with you master!” the green skinned girl beamed at him excitedly.“Ok, let’s go then!” John said enthusiastically.The swimmers joined up with the engineers and they headed down to the lower decks as a group, chatting animatedly. They parted company as they neared the gym, leaving Alyssa and Dana to head into the engineering bay. Dana walked.