.. Sam loves ham. She absolutely adores it. The smell, the taste, the texture... the flavor. It all forms this obsession she has."Carly, do we have an... ham?" Sam asks, sticking her head in the fridge.I admired her ass in the air, wiggling suggestively. It reminded me of last night. We almost had sex. But Sam's ham craving got in the way and we stopped before it could get too far. So here I am, hot and horny and staring at a girl's ass."Check the fridge," I reply, leaning against the kitchen. Knowing she had given herself to this pair of slimeballs was hard to accept. How could I have not seen what was going on at the time? How many more times did they have her, as tag-team, individually!The day of that first viewing, Lori was away in Scotland due to her work. Perhaps it was as well that she was. If she had come home that evening, I was in such a state that I might not have been accountable for my actions. A week alone gave me time to think, put everything into perspective. I also. I felt dirty. I felt ashamed. Yet, for some reason, I kept that pair of sperm-filled panties on for the rest of the day, even sitting down at the kitchen table for f****y dinner with them still on. And my uncle knew it. – Chapter 2 The next morning had arrived, but yesterday remained very much on my mind. I got ready for school, put on a new pair of clean, plain black underwear and sat at the kitchen table for cereal and orange juice as I did every morning. Only this time, no one was there to. More importantly, these men have intrigued me and I had decided to dedicate a part of my heart and soul (and skin too) to decipher them. Their lifestyles, the fanaticism to their music, their philosophy. All this cannot be explained at one brief meeting at a party. It takes patience and time and understanding.I simply replied, “Yes.”She smiled and reached to her shoulder and pull down a strap of her dress and she showed me a similar tattoo that few would recognize. I also glanced at her.