The next day Abby left, leaving everything behind-including Jenna. That night, I had the extremely difficult job of explaining to 14-year-old Jenna ho... and why her mother abandoned us for her boss."THAT WHORE!" Jenna exclaimed. "Jenna!" I yelled. "That's no way to speak about your mother!" "Well", she said, "Isn't that exactly what she is?" "Regardless of what she is or isn't, she's still your mother", I explained. "Fuck her", Jenna said, "We don't need her around, anyway. I'll take care of. You read about a lot of things at that age and don’t know whether to believe them or not. I’m still not sure about biorhythms. The idea is that everyone has a physical cycle that is 23 days long, an emotional one that lasts 28 days, and a mental one that goes for 33 days, all starting on the day you are born. This was less complicated and easier to accept than, say, astrology. It might be wrong, but you almost have to believe that there are cycles in people’s lives. As a woman, I can tell you. At 9 sharp, Jac entered. He was a slight man with arty glasses, a goatee and a stern look and had an arrogance about him. He told us that he was doing this play as an experiment and that if it was successful, he wanted to make a movie with us in it. He also told us that all the actors and characters were interchangeable and that if we didn’t perform to our best, he would find someone else who could do the job. A booklet of the story was handed out to us and for the first time we all got a. He lifted up and squeezed her butt harder as he carried her into the master bedroom and laid her on the bed. The sundress buttoned up the front and was easy to undo. He kissed the bare body as it was exposed and then stood back to look at the beautiful body in black bra and panties before him. She rolled over to remove the dress and he unhooked the bar and kissed her back. Keeping her face down he ran his lips up and down her spine. Then starting at the back of her neck with a bit and kiss.