The enormity of Quinlan's words and the changes that my life had undergone, more than ill temper or discomfort from my virgin experience upon horsebac..., robbed me of any desire for conversation.That evening, somewhere between Tilverton and Arabel —as far in the wild as I had ever been—the rift between Anarion and myself grew even wider, if that was possible. He completely ignored me and actually had to be reminded to allow me to serve him.Have I mentioned that I hate doing chores? I cannot. If he paid with his own money for his 'secretary' to travel with him, I didn't care. I had all the cock I needed and for the first time Jason and I had the opportunity to sleep together with sleep not a metaphor for sex. With the worst possible timing, I was on my period. Blow jobs only kept him satisfied for a short while. Jason kept pleading for sex, saying it didn't matter so much. So I went out and bought a large, dark brown towel. Folding it under my ass I let Jason fuck me. I'd never let. I'd never hurt anything in my life before, but I'd hurt him.I almost didn't go in, but I had little choice and I hoped they'd be in my mom's bedroom, sweating like pigs and grunting while they rutted. I could stand that more easily than seeing my mother cuddling him on the couch, both of them bleary eyed and slack jawed, which was exactly how I found them. Rick stared at me, his weak eyes yellow with jaundice I hoped, following me as I walked silently past. My mom ignored me, her legs over the. Mira hijo, te voy a contar una cosa. Tu padre y yo, desde hace algún tiempo, practicamos el intercambio.Yo: ¿Intercambio?Isabel: Sí. Desde hace un par de años. Por ejemplo, con Sofía y Luís. Tu padre se ha acostado varias veces con Sofía y yo con Luís. El otro día, en el pub, cuando decías que no me encontraba, estaba en los servicios chupándosela a Luís.Yo: ¿Es serio? Esto no me lo esperaba.Isabel: Pues ya ves.Yo: ¿Y para qué me cuentas esto?Isabel: Primero, para decirte que no me importa que.