"Thanks for your help with Sheila," I said."I can't believe I did what I did. What are your intentions with your sister?" I want to knock her up and ...o the same with Vanessa." She gave me the same 'are you crazy?' look that Sheila gave me but didn't protest."Sheila's right about you being a brat. Just be careful," she warned."I will," I assured her and gently caressed her belly. I wanted to fuck my mom right there but I needed to save all my sperm for Sheila. I kissed her and headed. “Why don’t you stand up to Monica? Tell her exactly how you feel?” Brenda looked puzzled. “You mean, tell her that she’s a total slut? And she’s just … disgusting?” “She does that to you, doesn’t she? Doesn’t she say mean things to you?” “Well, yeah. But the thing is, I don’t know why.” Brenda was close to tears now. She tried to block Monica out of her head, but sometimes her image came into her mind every time she saw a commercial with a pretty blonde girl in it, or saw one in a magazine, or. She pats me on the head and goes to talk to a cabin counselor. Director Betty leaves. The cabin counselor smiles and pairs me with a bunk friend. She says, “No one is to go anywhere without their bunk friend.” The cabin counselor continues, “Follow me girls.” We grab our bags and start walking. My bunk friend says to me, “Hi, I am Wen, Xiu. My given name is Xiu.” I reply, “I'm Emily Smith.” Xiu is a Chinese immigrant. She is small and petite. Xiu has olive colored skin, a pretty face and. I peeked over the bottom edge driver’s side window, and I whispered the unfolding drama in a low, excited voice. It was my son who opened the door, his tall, lanky shadow stretching across the front walk. The expression on his face told me he was too concerned with the pizza in the box, and maybe his paused video game, to notice or question why mom and dad’s car was back in the driveway, while we were nowhere in sight. Forking over the cash and grabbing the warm pizza with a grin, he.