“That ship sailed a LONG time ago! Repeatedly!”“Don’t be a bitch,” Jeannette laughed. “You know what I mean.”“I do; all girls do. You ...ave sex and suddenly you’re ‘easy’ or a ‘slut’; but you break up with that guy, the next guy assumes he can have it.”“Every guy assumes he can have it!” Marie laughed.“Not true,” Clarissa said. “We know guys who aren’t like that. Three of them are here.”“I was engaging in hyperbole!” Marie protested. “But how many guys did you run into who just expected you to. The REAL cool ones are in HIGH school, and one of those and I wouldn’t be sitting here having conversations about my future.”“Your mom...” he started.“I love Mom, but Dad, she hasn’t a clue as to the priorities in my life. Just about every weekend I spend with ‘er, we end up shopping somewhere. Shopping. If it’s in town, we usually end up having lunch with one of her friends. She’s not sure exactly how to use me as a trophy, but she tries. You don’t do that. You get the parenting. She would only have twenty minutes tosee him. She steeled herself before she walked in, and when she saw him,she prayed the shock didn't show on her face.He was cadaverously thin, IVs were running and he had an oxygen tube inhis nose. There were lesions on both sides of his face, and his hair hadthinned out badly. When she first entered the room, he was staringblankly into space, but he heard the sound of her heels on the linoleumfloor and he looked up."I should have known my angel would come,". Her warm wetness merged with his own silvery flow to bring him smoothly in. Nothing in her schoolgirl daydreams in this room had matched the glow that spread over her. Karen found herself visualizing the room from many angles, looked down from above the bed and saw her legs and arms wrapping over Fred’s rippling back. His hips flexed in strong waves, moving in ancient rhythms, and she saw the warm colors of passion flow out from him into her. The orgasm which she had told herself she would have.