I arrived home at around 10:30. The lights were all off at my house. My parents, my sister, and I were going to our cabin by the lake for the weekend....We were leaving very early in the morning and I knew they wanted to go to bed as early as possible.I entered my house and grabbed a drink from the fridge. My body was sore and I needed to masturbate once more before sleeping. I walked upstairs and I could hear a thumping sound coming from my parent's room. Their door was closed and I knew they. "Inside the fucker's house?"He shook his head. "He replaced me in the dragon's harem. But I never entered there. Not until last night." The poem continued to be written."Did he lure you there?" No." You sure?"Micah stopped writing. He looked at me with a face twisted in anger. I stiffened, ready to defend myself from a mad man's attack. His face went slack. His eyes closed. He opened them without looking at me and recommenced composing.By the time George returned three hours later, Micah had. Her Bitch-Of-A-Mother had told her, "If you want a car then, "Go Earn It!"Your father didn't leave me enough to buy you even a broken down jalopy. Nothing. Nada."It's costing me plenty just giving you a roof over your head, feeding you and trying to find something for you to wear that doesn't cost an arm and a leg."If there was a super hero for the mean and nasty, her mother would qualify as the model for 'Super-Bitch!'Mandy didn't want her mother to be hurt to devastation. Just a little.. I figured you’d be getting busy in college but knowing for certain made it so much worse. I could hear you fucking through the walls, could hear the bedsprings straining and swaying, could hear you both trying to stifle the sounds of your sex as she moaned your name, Thomas, Tommy harder, faster, more, more, more. All I could think was that that should have been me in your bed. Me, feeling your head against my opening, poised to be my first, a gift that I’d never even considered giving to.