Their conversation was loud enough to be heard over the din of the room, I heard it all. As I sat there I saw his had creep slowly up under Whitney's ...ress, only token resistance was offered. They had been "swapping spit and tickling tonsils for a long time. The camera on my phone was recording everything. I was stuck in that corner until Whitney got up to use the restroom. They had been talking about going to our home for a night of "fun" as they put it. I quickly left.I raced home to get. " Too late for breakfast?" No, that sounds great."Mom got up and made a big production of bending over to get frying pans, eggs, bacon. It seemed that each thing she got was on the bottom shelf and took an extra long time to get. She finally started to cook some bacon and eggs."What do you want to drink? Orange juice? Coffee?" Some orange juice would be great."She poured a big glass and put it on the table. "Sit down and drink." She checked the frying pan, satisfied herself it wasn't going to. Forgetting that I was wearing armor, she hurt her hand and then yelled at me for hurting her.She was emotionally messed up and couldn’t stop crying. Not that I was dumb enough to comment on it.“So, what’s going on?” Something was obviously up if they were both here waiting for me.“Go shower. The hot isn’t on, but you stink.” Ah, they weren’t telling.Taking another bite of my sandwich, “Thanks, Kate,” I began undressing.“And don’t talk with your mouth full of food.” Ed was having fun keeping me. Molly put all the discs back into the bag, then went across the hallway into her room. Placing the tackle box and DVDs on her bed, she went over to her open window and close the curtain. She reached down and across her body with both arms, and raising them over her head removed the red cotton racer-back tank top, and placed it onto the bed next to the box. She then removed the Victoria's Secret black semi-cup front clasp bra, and placed it on the bed on top of her tank. Then in one motion, she.