Sherry and I both raised our hands. "Well,I'll be fair." He said "Here. I'm thinking of a number between one and ten,the closest guess gets Fucked fir...t. What will it be?"Sherry looked at me,and Her face went pale. "Um,four?" she quietly asked. "Seven!" I announced with confidence. I didn't know what "Getting Fucked" meant,but if Grandpa was going to give us one,I wanted it!"You're in luck,Sweety. The number was six." He grinned at Sherry "But,don't You worry none. You'll get Yours. Never fear!. ’ ‘Really – Cassandra, Penelope, Athena…’ His eyes were twinkling. ‘Your parents have a fascination with the Greeks.’ ‘That’s right,’ I said, impressed. I wasn’t accustomed to people making the connection, most of my peers weren’t familiar with Greek history. ‘Actually just my mom – she’s a history professor. I think my dad was steamrolled.’ He laughed again, squeezing my hand this time, and my smile widened. He had a gorgeous laugh, and it was thrilling to know that I could elicit it from him.. I slung her frail body over my shoulder and carried her to the stream. As I walked, it seemed to me that I felt her breath on my bare back, but how could that be? She was almost certainly dead, wasn’t she?I laid her down on the mossy bank and stretched her out in the shade before ripping a section of her dress to use as a cloth to wash her face. As the wet cloth touched her lips, I watched in amazement as her pink tongue stuck out to taste the water.She was alive! Under the circumstances, she. Was I bisexual? It was clear Lindsey was so I decided to build up the courage and ask her for some advice. I knew I would feel stupid but I felt I could ask her anything.I went into her room, the covers were down to her hips, leaving the whole top half of her body exposed.I sat on the bed next to her and shook her awake“w uh what time is it” she mumbled, still half asleep.6:30“what” she said, quickly sitting up.Then realizing she was naked she quickly pulled the covers over herself.“what are.