“If you get up, if you even speak, it’s all over. It means you’d ratherbe with Tommy and any one of a dozen other guys than be with...me. I’m theonly fucking guy who doesn’t treat you like total shit. I’m the only onewho will be seen in public with you, hold your hand, the only one who isn’tembarrassed to be with your fat ass in public. Get up, say one fuckingword bitch and it’s over, forever” I hissed. Throughout all this I was shitting. ." he was seriously scarng me now and my emotions weren't afraid to show.He then gave up and just blurted out "ILIKEYOUJOEMORETHANABESTFRIENDFRIENDbrotherMORETHANANYTHING" he was out of breath with saying it so quick and I looked at him with the most confused face I could ever make he the sighed and decided to let me understand him " I like you Joe More than a friend" he looked down I was speechless and my eyes widend so that why he was acting strange I just looked at how upset he was then my. ” But before the second word could come out I dropped them and started to apologise, this coupled with the shock of being caught started me to sob and tears ran down my face. Fortunately for me this diffused the whole situation. Grandma said it was OK and quite natural but it had shocked her, and wasn’t mad at me. I still continued to apologise and weep. She called me over to her so she could hug me. As always a hug from grandma made everything good again. We stayed like this for half an hour. We have got to kill this smell of sex before Mom gets home.”It took 2½ cans of the odor killer before Harriet was satisfied. Of course, Jack’s room was the worst offender, but they did not take any chances and sprayed every room. Jack said, “Mom is out pretty damned late. If she comes home a little drunk, she may just go to bed without checking on us and won’t notice the odor of sex. The smell should be cleared away by tomorrow morning when she showers.The next morning, they figured that they.