"Matt, it'll get better," Scott said and hugged me. He leaned over andkissed me on the cheek. I thought it was sweet until he kissed me on thelips wit... his hand going to my shorts."Stop it, Scott!" I said."I want you, Matt. Can't you see that?" Now is not the time, Scott," I moved and stood. "Let's be friends fornow. I'll let you know like I said earlier if I want to be more. Scott, itmay be different if you'd been upfront with a few things." Hell Matt, I'm really just now discovering the real. He was fulfilling the subconscious need to outdo his father and possess his mom.I don't know about all that shit. I knew I had to fuck my mother. From my vantage point, I could see dad run his hand under mom's dress. She giggled and made him stop. My dick hurt from being constrained in my jockey's as I watched their sex play.Fortunately they called our flight. It was well past midnight. The plane was a 727, the workhorse of the airlines in those days. We had scored the exit row seats. On a 727. He looked guilty when he noticed that Reina was standing there waiting for some sort of an explanation.“Hey, baby, let’s go inside and have a little chat,” Chad suggested. Reina nodded and followed him inside.When they got to his office, Reina felt her heart in her throat as her stomach churned. Was this when he would dump her as he told the blonde hottie on the phone?“I have some good news and some bad news, Reina. Which would you like to hear first?” he asked, seeming oblivious to the turmoil. She seemed to think that I could handle it better than she could. What happened, Gwen? Why are you walking on this deserted stretch of road? What happened to your blouse? It's ripped!" observed Steve with eyes blazing. "Gwen, tell me what's happened. Did someone do this to you?" Take me home, please. I don't have to answer your questions. If you can't respect that, I'll get back out and call someone else," retorted Gwen hotly. "I'm not going to answer any questions, but to be fair, I won't ask.