Stop it."The room fell eerily silent, each person sitting like a doll, awaitingtheir next command."Who said that?" asked Penny.There was no reply."Who...said that? Which one of you said that?"Penny spun and spun. There were only voices, only the faces of thosethat mocked her, those that judged her, those that wanted to see herfail, those that thought she was fake, that she was dirty, that she wasbroken, that she was unloved and deserved to be unloved.Her bullies. Each of them."Fuck ... all of. One day when I opened my lunch shehad forgotten to put in a spoon. When I got home that night I told her how difficult it was to eat mypeaches that they had kept slipping off the nail I was trying to eat with. Linda never said a word. Thenext day when I opened my lunch bucket there was a 3 inch layer of plastic spoons in the bottom. Oneof the other carpenters said [If she is that way now and your not even married yet, She will be evenworse when your married.] He was right and I would not have. " Ew!" Wendy and Tina chimed."I'm serious. I'd do just that if it didn't make me so fucking horny to do it," Allison promised."Only foreplay for me," Tina insisted. "That way he doesn't expect me to swallow." Yeah, good plan," Wendy agreed, high-fiving her roommate before Allison went on with the quiz. There were questions about positions (Doggie-style? A) Makes me wag my tail? B) Can he be on the bottom? C) No rug burns for MY knees! Or, D) Felching is too embarrassing!). There were questions. ‘We share everything, do you mind Franz?’ Gary said with a twinkle in his eye. Franz sat up rigid. ‘Do you mean what I think you mean?’ She gasped looking altogether not happy about the situation. ‘I told you we are twins,’ Brian added, ‘and we like to share everything.’ She declared that she had always been a one to one person when it came to intimate relationships. But Brian pressed his mouth to hers venturing a new French kiss and took her on another tour of ecstasy, his fingers teasing her.