We were lying on my mother's bed and chatting. She was only wearing her lovely summer night gown, without any underwear. Myself, i was only wearing a...white, sleeveless shirt, feeling too hot to even wear any underpants. -''I'm so hot'' i moaned at some point, after a few moments of a silent break between out chats, and let my head collapse on the pillow. ''And i'm not only referring to the temperature!'' -''Oh, really?'' my mom teased and caressed my forehead. -''You see, mommy'' i. More than usual. Mom and Dad are taking care of me. And all our casa. I just wish ... I wish my sister was..."There was no way I could bear this. I was going to die again from sorrow. All we could do was cry together. They'd had time. They had distance. To me it was yesterday. How could Lexi die?It was an easy solution. I could stop the nightmares. I just wouldn't sleep.Courtney delivered the textbooks I asked for. She limped slightly."You'll still play with my bottom, won't you, Brian?" she. She loved to sit and watch couples walking by, holding hands and laughing together. She found herself drawn to people kissing or even touching each other lightly in public. By the time she was ten or eleven, just after puberty set in, her moments spent watching people had begun to turn sexual. Lanying masturbated once or twice a week, and usually, her fantasies in those moments were of small, intimate touches between men and women who she’d seen that day. Even the most innocent things turned. "Doesn't she look good?" As Paula stood that, she wished she hadn't flunked French in school.Japanese was the only language she was even partly good at."What did you do?" Paula's mom asked as Raymond walked into the room."Stay up all night so you couldn't get up in the morning?" "You should talk," Ray said. "You've been at it all day that you're dead onyour feet by 6 or 7 at night." The evening Paula slipped on a white nightgown with lace trim and a pinkgeometric shapes pattern on it. Before.