It is just the timing of it that we don't know. For whatever reason, Scott planned for it, along with other details."Mum putting food in front of me, ...istracted me from dad's last comment. I was hungry, but could only pick at the food, gradually accepting Scott was gone. No tears now, no feeling sorry for me, instead an icy chill settled in my heart as my emotions shut down. Emotionally, I was as dead as Scott was.Now, instead of picking at the food in front of me, I began to eat ravenously.. They expect others to understand intuitively, but of course that’s kind of an iffy proposition.“Are you a lesbian?” I asked.Her reaction would have been comical if the situation hadn’t been so serious.“No!” she yipped. She froze and then saw things through my eyes. Her face got earnest. “No, Bobby... Bob. I like boys. We all do. It was just fun to be crazy and naughty and Rochelle dared us to strip down and compare... things. It was just for fun, Bob. Nothing happened between any of us. We were. " Sweat was forming on his chest."Omigawd." Every time you walk by the shop this is what I think about doing to you." His rhythm was that of an orchestral conductor."That's, that's why I, why I walk by every day." Her soft response was nearly inaudible.He picked up the pace. "I thought so." He was fucking her with love and passion now. Steady. Firm. Deep. Accurate."I, I," She was incoherent.He slapped her on the ass again. She was lost in sissy femininity. Another slap on the ass. Sweat. Do you ascribe honour to vipers? Or simply make sure they cannot bite you?" I asked.There were murmurs of agreement amongst the Seiðkona who had ported in with Nakkam, even Morgana nodded though still looked troubled."I will have to speak to the Styraesvollrr about this," said Nakkam. "It may be that you are correct, but in my heart I cannot countenance such deeds myself and it may be that I am no longer suited to leading a Seiðmaðr dróttina in battle."The Seiðkona ported back out and we.