But then Priyanka asked me a very weird question about my relationship with her sister. I was quite stunned when she asked me this.I explained my rela...ionship with her sister, about how we have fun whenever we get a chance, like hugs and kisses. Priyanka was getting very aroused after listening to how her sister was having fun. She asked me, “Can I use your washroom?”I knew she was getting horny and wanted to masturbate so badly. I was going through the same feeling. My dick was getting hard. I. “Oh. Not. Good.”It was bad. It was so bad. I hadn’t done drugs, but I had tortured my body in a different way. And the drugs might have been kinder to me than what my playtime “friend” had done.I almost didn’t go to the coffee date, almost ran, but when I was crying miserably in the shower from what I had done, there was only one thought that comforted me. He could help me feel better. I didn’t know how, but he could. Even so, I was terrified of him seeing me, afraid of the anger and. I went through her purse and found a roll of about two-hundred bucks, took it and spilled the contents of the bag on the floor. One night while high she bragged about a stash in a compartment in the closet. It didn’t take me long to find it. It was crudely cut in the floor and covered with a piece of carpet. I cleaned out the coke, meth, bags of pharmaceuticals and about two grand in cash. There was a loaded .32 Saturday Night Special in the drawer by the bed along with some weed, which I. The silences lingered as we listened to the big grandfather clock strike the hour. It continued to linger until it became obvious and awkward between us."About yesterday..." What the fuck. Might as well just jump in, right?"Yes?" She was suddenly serious and alert. Intense. Her willingness and readiness to talk about it cared the shit out of me.I looked her right in the eyes. "Did you, uh, enjoy what happened?"She blushed. "You couldn't tell?"It was my turn to blush. My hand still smelled of.