As they left for Peter's apartment, Ken was so glad he was driving. Thewine they had with dinner was going to her head. By the time they gotto the apa...tment, Peter had to kind of help her walk.Upon entering the apartment, Ken turned to Peter and in a sleepy kindof voice said, "It isn't fair for you to have to sleep on the couch.Come to bed with me."Peter thought about it for a moment and then said, "Alright but undertwo conditions." Which are what?" First, you sleep between the sheets and I. It never worried me. We were a couple right? We were in love right? We were planning on getting married right? So nothing for me to sweat right? She was a great looking girl so naturally she attracted guys, but she was mine and she proved it every night when we got together.Four years later we graduated, found jobs in our fields of study, got married and began a life of wedded bliss. I was the poster boy for 'fat, dumb and happy' for almost six years before the balloon popped. It was an. Maybe it's because my Dad died when Iwas two, I honestly don't know. I like what I like.I giggle for them, and laugh and flirt nervously. The whole time my heartis pounding with excitement as I think what my Mother or grandparentswould say if they could see their perfect Gary now.When I'm lucky, it usually isn't too long before I'm back in the one ofthe bathrooms, eagerly crowding into a stall the man I've chosen. I'llrub my hands over their bodies, kiss them if they'll let me, then sink tomy. Tina was a proper sister. A blood sister. Someone to care about and love. Angela was… Angela was evil. Shock kept me frozen in my hiding spot, watching and listening. At first, I couldn’t believe what was happening. But then I began to think that it was my duty to see what happened. Yes, a duty. Report back. I watched the horror show, going blind to the fact that one of the women was my step-sister; as the clothes fell away and the angles changed, I saw only two women making out. Tits.