Hell, most of the time I hardly see them except when we have a rare dinner together or something."I don't think I have had either of my parents come t... my school unless I was in trouble in years! No school functions, no parent-teacher conferences. One of the reasons I don't try out for anything is that they wouldn't come to them anyway. So why bother?"I pretty much take care of myself. Right now, they are getting ready to go out to one of the clubs they frequent and socialize with their friends. Jennifer walked up to me until we were nose to nose. She reached down and cupped me firmly. “Aren't you? Because I think that’s exactly what you are.” She grabbed my neck and kissed me, pressing so hard that I had to open my mouth or risk cutting my lips on my teeth. She licked into the seam of my mouth. It was as if she was trying to climb inside of my mouth and devour me from the inside. I couldn’t breath, couldn’t think as she kissed me. My vision was swirling and my nerves were on fire and. Considering some of the things I was beginning to suspect, that didn't overly surprise me.I decided to bite the bullet and call Josh over, so we could talk about what happened at the marathon. I wasn't looking forward to it, but it needed to be dealt with. Josh was home, and said he would be right over. I could tell he was excited about finding out, but I was also afraid he had expectations that could be problematic. After about fifteen minutes, Josh showed up."Sup, dude?" he said as I opened. Um ... pussy.’ Except that last word wasn’t ‘pussy’ it was something much stronger.”I laughed at what she had said, and how her face was now all red.“A stronger word for pussy?” I said. “What was the word?”“Fotze,” she replied. “That’s German for ... um, the c-word, you know, um, cunt.”She was now bright red, and she looked away from me.“Fotze,” I repeated, trying to imitate her pronunciation. “Maybe I can start to call some people that, and they won’t even know what I am saying.”“Well, it’s.