Do you go by any nickname?"She blushed. "Yes, Faba. I didn't grow these," she pointed at her breasts, "until after I turned seventeen; I was tall and ...kinny."Joey smirked. Back then the nickname had been cruel, meaning beanstalk. Now nobody would make that association."I guess you grew out of that. Okay if I call you Fabi?"A smile was his reward. "Yes, I like that," she answered. "Maybe we can go out together when you have time. I have Sundays off."Briefly Deirdre's image flashed before Joey's. I woke up around 2 am thirsty as hell. I went and checked on Ronnie still sound asleep.I decided to go get me something to drink, on my way to the kitchen I heard loud moaning. It's my brother Eric and it's coming from Uncle Pete's room. I get on my knees and crawl over to his door to peek in.My brain would not believe what my eyes was witnessing. My lil brother deepdicking my daddy, and Uncle Pete's is fucking my daddy's face hard. I close my eyes I have to be dreaming. Eric's moans make. I told them what I’d been offered and, as ever, they were brilliant.“Wow fantastic,” was the gist of their reaction. They saw me keep looking at Chloé, which I couldn’t stop myself doing, and Chloé sometimes looking back.“Have you met someone?” my best friend, Marie, asked. There was a twinkle in her eye and I realised it must be a bit obvious that there was a twinkle in mine! I was pretty sure Marie and the others wouldn’t be prejudiced against my going with another girl, at least. But I. ‘Put it on the monitor.’ Jonathon replies. The image that comes up on the screen is of a man with a patch over his right eye with a scar visible at the top right and bottom left of the patch. He has brown hair, blue eyes, and appears to be about 6 feet tall. He’s wearing a flowing white linen shirt, think leather jerkin, dark pants, and heavy boots. He has an energy sword on his left hip and laser pistol on his right. ‘Why have you attacked me?’ Jonathon asks coolly. ‘How could you let your.