"I love you, Lisa." I know." I smiled, just for her, but I wanted her to understand me, how I needed to know what it was I saw in my sleep.I'd dressed...like a tomboy, which seemed natural for me. It was me all over. My scuffed boots, frayed jeans and the small t-shirt I wore, with a faded Dickie's logo over my smallish breasts. I had Audrey's jacket, the suede one with tassels on the sleeves, and that was all. My blonde hair was loose and it had grown uneven beneath my shoulders. I had a little. That must have been the first time she had hugged me in nine or ten years. Throughout my childhood my mum had always been nice. She never screamed or hit me like other mums do, but unlike other mums I had trouble talking to her. I was always afraid that if I opened up she might not like what she'd see within me, so often the communication between my mum and me would consist of basic statements and commands, such as "Mum, I'm hungry," which is a statement that also doubled up as a command.Eddie. I was so thick, he was fucking me and I didn’t realise it at least not until he gave a little push and some more of his cock went in. Then I knew it was much bigger than a finger, I also knew this was baby making stuff and I didn’t want that so tried to stop him. He kept still, his head next to mine whispering how it was OK he wouldn’t hurt me and stuff like that, but I was petrified, nice girls didn’t do this. But he was much bigger than me and simply held me like that as I grew accustomed to. I didnt know what all hed divulged to them and I wasnt about to find out. But can I see you today? Sure. We can do lunch at Olive Garden…. Or should I come to the house? No Olive Garden sounds great. Noonish ok? Noon it is. His voice had brightened. Cant wait. Good, see you then. Love you. I love you too babe. From the time I hung up the phone till the time I was ready to leave I pondered what I would say. I had an entire speech full of apologies running through my head. If I had to get on my.