I say 'jump', he says 'how high'." Seeing is believing," Marie said incredulously."Yeah, I agree with Marie. Can you show us?" Edith said."No problem....How about right now?" Debbie said."How can you do that? He's watching the game," Edith said."I'll get him to leave the game, get on the floor here with a hugeerection and then I'll screw his brains out for as long as I want to."Another big play must have happened in the Super Bowl since there wasanother round of yelling. George could be heard to. ‘What?’ His hoarse amused voice answered back. I smiled. ‘I want to take a swim!’ I whined, and knew he would give in. He was a friend of the family’s and I also treated him good, and I helped him out whenever I could, so he owed me. ‘What?’ He asked in disbelief. ‘You’re not allowed!’ ‘So? Please!?! I’m having a really bad day!’ I couldn’t stress that enough. ‘Well. . . . Alright.’ He caved as I knew he would. ‘Yes!’ I squealed in delight. I then followed him down the hall to go to the. Best friends, Vance and Doug weren't lovers. In a way they resembled Mary and Marta in their relationship. Doug's interest in ballet made Vance suspect a sexual proclivity to be shared. Disappointed it didn't pan it, like Mary and Marta it led to a close relationship of brothers under the skin.Doug remained a virgin. Pathologically shy, without the excuse of dancing, being near Samantha made him visibly nervous. Dancing, his joy in interacting with her, being so close and actually touching her. I don’t know why, but none of us had anything to say. They don’t ask me about school any more. They don’t ask about the boys, because they know I am fucking a lot now. They don’t wonder if I am popular, because they know I am a whore. They don’t ask about the football games because they know if we win I get gangbanged and if we lose, the boys don’t get my cunt. So, today was a silent breakfast.Once we finished, I helped get the dishes up and we put them in the dishwasher. We would run it.