That night after dinner I went up to Sabrina's room and knocked on the door. "Sabrina, I need to talk to you!" Go away, Shit!"Hearing her call me that...made me mad. If it was the last thing I did, I'd make her stop calling me that. "It's important!" All right. Come in."I took a deep breath, and squeezed the envelope in my hand. This had to work. Sabrina was looking sexy as usual lying face down on the bed with a magazine in front of her. She was wearing a big T-shirt that just came down enough. As usual, we headed south towards the beach first and then turned east. We'd been riding for about an hour when Lizzy decided to drop her bomb on me."We know that you and Vicky are scheming Dad," my middle child informed me bluntly, glancing over at me from the back of her own horse, "and the girls and I are pissed off. Why haven't you spoken to us yet?" About what?" I asked, taken off guard by Lizzy's rebuke."About the trip you and Vicky are planning on taking," my daughter informed me. "We. I short order, they had divested themselves of clothing and had each snorted a line, something Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some people enjoyed the recreational side of drugs.He sipped a coke with ice in it while he watched the girls go at it. They kissed and explored, tongues darting as nimble fingers manipulated. Then Sally went down on Rachel, sucking her clit into her mouth while fingering her wetness. Soon one finger was joined by another, then another until she. "Mom..." I said sobbing: "Why am I not a girl?"She didn't say anything, but as she got in the car and hugged me, I felt like I had the answer...My graduation day was embarrassing: I refused every photo group, I refused to sign things, I refused to talk to anyone.And I avoided any form of interaction with Dylan. Fuck off, high school. I was just too much for them.Dylan tried to approach me but I always managed to leave.The very same day I spoke to my parents and it was hard to explain the fact I.