I admit no one had ever done anything like this in my nineteen years of life. Sitting frozen to the chair, her hand ran across my t-shirt down towards...my zipper her fingers tugging down the opening of my pants. “I know you have been fantasizing about me. Otherwise tell me why you hung next to me the other night asking me if the clock was the correct time as the one on your cell? Especially since I was wearing the holey t-shirt of Louis’ exposing part of my tits.” My breath was caught in my. "Yeah, she says you guys already know about this particular room and that you'll be coming later to bust the guy who this room belongs to, for drugs. Yep, really. Nope, not her doing. Some friend of hers, some guy. Yeah maybe. Ok, see you soon," he said and then hung up the phone.Olivia looked at the guy suspiciously, why would he give some of those answers to the police? What questions were they asking that would provide answers like he just gave?"Ok, why don't I let you in while we wait for. She liked that she was still ‘the special one’.That night I suggested we should not copulate like rabbits in deference to the dead; the three females, as one, argued the opposite. They said that in death we should celebrate life, and that if they were quickened that night then they would name their children after the dead soldiers. Who was I to undermine their beliefs. I impregnated all three in straight, one-on-one, missionary-position, sex. A dim voice in my head said that they approved. ‘At. Why did he have this damn conscience?He liked her and he liked being with her. The sex play was fun. They didn't have to go all the way. It was fun to be close to her; to watch her get turned on. He had only been concerned about himself the first time, this actually was more fun. They met for breakfast on Thursday."Mandy we need to talk." Dear God, did I actually say that?"We still have this weekend, don't we?"Paul was stunned. "I don't understand you." I know, but I do understand you. I told.