"Grow up, Son," he said, smiling to rob his words of offense. "Go out into the real world and see how many women have affairs. See how many of the chi...dren know about it and say nothing. In most of those cases, the wives don't even give a shit that they are hurting their husbands. Elizabeth at least had the good grace to be upset about it. She was overcome at a time when she was weak. Was it her own fault? Absolutely. Is it reasonable to expect that it hurt you deeply? Absolutely. Should she be. As they cleared the ridge on their way down the trail, Kristy let out with a guttural moan that I thought for sure anyone on the mountain could have heard.As she arose from her linguistic perch, a glob of her juices slipped out of her and landed directly on my lips. I took it into my mouth, just as she looked down. Her eyes grew wide with astonishment.“O Gramps, that’s nasty!” she exclaimed.Licking my lips, I countered, “That taste like honey, Sweety, fresh, ripe Kristy honey.” “I. Every time I became the king, teena would hug me. I started to like that too.Days passed…I and teena became like thunder and lightning, inseparable. We played together, ate together and slept together. I was happy. Though at this time, I never had any attraction towards her and all the touching and hugging was just usual play until something weird happened.It was around 10 pm, our grandparents and relatives were at the dining room, discussing some boring things. I and teena were feeling sleepy,. I try hard not to frown, "because we're not a couple nor would we ever be." "We can still be together, Lauren," he insists. "You know we can make it work." "No, we can't. We'd be hurting too many people if someone ever found out," I say, worried, frowning even though I don't want to. But it's just the way I feel, I guess. "Don't do this," he says. "Not after I told y—" "That you love me? Oh, please. Like I'd ever love YOU. I love Patrick, not you," I felt like such a liar after I said.