. – TH(the author)Back in her room, Jenny jotted down in her diary, ‘Handjob in a train-Done.’What difference did a train and metro make? The po...nt was she milked him well? But things were different with the intern. He didn’t go to his rented room after the incident. He knocked at the door of his ex-girlfriend.“What are you doing here, Aaron?” Waheeda, his ex, was rather rude.Aaron, that was the intern’s name. Before Waheeda could react, he pushed her inside and closed the door.. "He began to lose his composure once more, and Grandma took him inside to lie down before the others arrived, leaving Celia and I to get acquainted. I wondered at the story. What was it about these traditions that would cause such a schism? I felt an unnamable dread, but Celia's face and voice and affection put me at ease. She took me for a walk around the grounds, showing me the orchard where everyone would gather that night and then admiring the view together from the sea cliffs together. We. Which is fine. I don't force it on anyone unless they want it. But she failed to realize that I had been planting the seeds at our first rendezvous and I knew that plant would grow. She messaged me one morning where I had off and the house to myself. I invited her over and she quickly agreed.We met at a nearby store and she had a weird look on her face. "Are you OK? You look worried or something?" She said, "No everything is fine. Just don't know what to expect." I told her to relax, that we. Turns out being one of my angels didn't prevent a girl from strapping on brass knuckles. The skirmishes culminated the night Catherine caught Ahmo and I making out. Catherine hit the roof! Catherine told me to pack my bags; she'd get me into the boarding school dorms immediately no matter what the cost! She couldn't believe we would do this to our Dad. Blah! Blah! Blah! She would, of course, keep it from him, but things were going to change in the Smith home.Ahmo took out the shotgun and blew.