Since Bob's family had been so closed to the press, there was a lot of interest in it to begin with. The marketing campaign was brilliant. It played o... the supposition that alcohol put Rip and Bob to sleep, and the irony of the fact that Bob was going to make wine for a living. She had chapters in which Dr. Adams gave his hypothesis about what had happened to Bob, but left out the potential value of Bob's gene structure. That would have caused a riot. She compared Rip's story, as told in his. A strange sense, not quite like deja vu but similar, came over Lilly that she despised Amber. It was an odd feeling to have for her best friend."Oh, hey, Lills. Taking a break?" Amber picked up the empty pot and looked at it."Yeah. Sorry about that. I was planning on brewing another before I left," Lilly lied."Sure you were," Amber laughed as she busied herself making the next batch. "You catch Idol last night?" You bet I did." Man, that 16 year old is so cute! What I wouldn't give to be the. I never have. We slept together on his last night.”“Bullshit, I saw you this morning.”“We didn’t fuck! I’ve never done that! I’m a virgin!”“Bull ... Shit! Get your shit in the truck, or I’ll leave you here to be another one of the town whores like Peggy.”He walked away, leaving me speechless. I needed to talk to Petey. I needed to let him know what was happening. But I had no cell phone. I ran into the house to use the house phone only to find that it had already been disconnected. I thought of. My home life was by now non-existent, so my association with a Motorcycle club was my surrogate family. Six months have now passed since my last chapter and I am now over sixteen years old. Whether I liked it or not, sex has now well and truly become part of my life. Between my Tuesdays at the MC and my escapades at school, I now had a very active sex life. Sick-Boy had begun to learn the art of being a tattooist. I was one of his early subjects and now I had various skulls, roses and crosses.