And Hannah just cries; she won't even say what she thinksabout me. I can only imagine the picture Mrs. Henson painted of me toKylie, since their talk ...as totally private.Anyway, when I get my chance to talk, it's like I have to prove myself orsomething. Kylie doesn't just believe me, like the police, or Liv, orRachel. No, I have to tell her all my feelings and thoughts from as farback as I can remember. The problem was that no matter what I toldher--whether it was the story of the English lady. Just google tramp stamps and you’ll see that I’m right.”“Well, I’ve had my say,” said Mom. “You’re going to have to live with that for the rest of your life.” She got up and walked out of the kitchen. I assumed she headed for where the booze was kept.“Why did you tell Mom that? That was mean and you just made things worse.”“Mom and Dad would have found out sooner or later. Better to get all the bad news out now so they can get used to your new decoration.”“So that’s what it’s really. I was kind of curious what she meant as she was only carrying a small hand clutch and nothing else. We finally made it to Quenten’s house and hopped inside. Quenten offered some mixed drinks, which served to put both of us at ease. I was riding the good buzz. The kind of buzz where you were having a good time, inhibitions lowered yet totally in control of actions and not sloppy or drunk. This was going to be a good night. Quenten started kissing Sue and I was starting to feel a little left out.. Her nipple was erect by which I made her and her panty is wet. I went her I hugged her tightly so that her boobs may press to hard to my body. I was licking her face, eyes, nose her neck and ear. She was moaning like ” aah aah, maadu chennagi kachu nanna deha na., nannalli ero kaama na evattu neenu kargusu” (aha h do do more, bite my body, please make less of my kaama). I was playing with her boobs above bra only, I was pressing hard so that she was crying with pain. “aah novthaa idhe.