"What's wrong, Sonya?" asked my brother as he got down next to me in bed, sliding his arms around me, pulling me tight. "That fucking Micky Whitmarsh ...ust dumped me, the son of a bitch. He can just go to hell," I wailed. Marc held me, his hand slowly rubbing a circle around my back as I sobbed. "It'll work out, Sonya, don't worry. You just need the right guy." "Well, I've about given up on that, I may try girls next. God, just don't ever tell Mom and Dad." "Don't worry, I'd never do that. But,. She leaned over and kissed me softly, then raised back up and began cycling straight up and down on my hard, throbbing cock."Do you like your new neighbor, Ethan?" she asked sweetly."Oh, Mika, you're the best neighbor I've ever had. This is wonderful. I can't believe how tight you are, more than any other woman I've had, even the first girl, she was thirteen." I do special exercises and use ben-wa balls, you know these?"It seemed that I heard the term once but didn't know what they were so I. They never give in that fast.’ Veronica bought two lattes to go, then I walked her home. She invited me in. We spent an hour on her sofa necking. Things might have gone further, but her roommate came home. Introductions were made and I left, promising to call. The next night we attended a poetry reading. The night after, Saturday, it was a 1930s art film marathon til five AM. We slept together and had sex for breakfast. She could not cook any better than I could. It’s easiest to describe Roni. ’ bitter tones. crossed arms. A sigh, heartfelt and long-suffering. ‘I do care Jen.’ ‘I can tell. Especially since every time I’ve tried to tell you you’ve accused me of being manipulative. Or of pushing you into doing something you don’t want to do.’ More bitterness. ‘I care Jen.’ Just a bit of an edge. Looking away. ‘Sure you do.’ Sarcasm bites deep. ‘Can we just talk about it?’ ‘I’m TIRED of talking about it. I want you to actually DO something about it!’ Anger… anger… a little bit of a snap.