I decided that rather than read my book, I’d read some of my old journal entries. When I did that, I was appalled. I hadn’t gone back and read som... of the stuff I’d written when I was fourteen in quite some time. And I realized that what Jennifer had told me had been the unvarnished truth — that I was a needy, whiney, angst-ridden, drama-filled, self-centered prick. It was kind of sickening, really.I paged through, looking at what I’d written about significant events, such as Birgit’s death,. That caused her some discomfort and even pain, but it was a necessarily sacrifice to appease her unbearable need for relief.Roban was fascinated watching Nigulla’s actions. He especially admired her openly displayed determination. Throwing back her head Nigulla groaned at the ceiling as the tightness of her sex yielded to the force of gravity and the strength of her will. Roban was groaning along with her, when he felt his cock being engulfed by her hot, wet flesh. The sight and sound of their. “And they will have learned how to do it from the best! We could have a hundred of them!”Erin was now rubbing her belly.“A hundred babies! Oh shit, I AM going to die!”“You are not going to die. You are going to live to see a lot of great and great, great grand babies!”“Great, great?”I leaned back in my chair and wondered what in the hell I had started and then, when it would end. As I sat there, a heavy fog of “Holy Shit!” closed in around me. Just then, the doorbell rang. Blossom rose to let. ”Thanking God for small mercies, I breathed out heavily in relief. The idea that my brother might have fucked one of my close friends would have been unbearable.“Did she teach you how to touch girls…down there?”“I suppose so. She likes it almost as much as you do,” he grinned.“Likes?” I challenged.“Liked,” Mark corrected himself.My relief deepened. We lay together for a long time before he eventually sighed and spoke.“I suppose we’d better get cleaned up. We’d better swap your sheets with mine.