I asked her “weather she wanted to be my best friend she replied she would love to be.I was glad to hear that I started moving my fingers on her sid... shoulder and back.I knew she would enjoy this move and her Breath was getting heavy.I askedMe: Are you my best FriendSonia: Yes i am your best friend.Me: Sonia please give me a hug a tight one ,She gave me a tight hug and my hands were moving on her back ,sides .I could feel tightness in nipples ,I requested her to give me a hug from Front .I was. They figured it was our life and there was nothing that could stop us.My mom decided to take some time off work so that way she could be in the house and it would be less tempting for Tim and I to engage in any kind of sexual activity. She kept us busy after school by having us help her paint her bedroom and help clean out the garageI knew Tim was so frustrated and so was I. We shared quick kisses when my mom wasn't looking and long make out sessions when she was in the shower.A month finally. I was sincerely very angry listening to this and just left the place trashing the remaining ice cream and walked really fast to the school. I was feeling guilty for talking to him and going to the ice cream place, I just want to forget this incident. I was also scared if someone would’ve seen us and tell my hubby about it.A few weeks passed, and I was strong enough not to look at him.The routine was there, so the days passed really fast, I felt less and less guilty about the stuff happened. It’s heart breaking because I want to see them so bad and tell them what they’ve been doing to me. I want my parents to know what kind of sick and sadistic hospital this is. I’m afraid that I won’t ever get to see them again. I’ve tried telling the nurses that I’m feeling fine, but they still insist that I’m not well enough to leave, or well enough for my family to come in. I’m on the verge of losing hope that I won’t ever leave this damned place. And that’s a very unpleasant thought. * 3rd.