" I did. We did. I went out of the beach to think about things. I have questions." I sounded uncertain about the responses I'd hear."I'm sure, but let...me assure you that the answers are all good. I love you very much. I love Abby too."From beside me Abby spoke, "And Abby loves Anna, and Abby loves Jim, and that's one-hundred percent each, totally and completely, without reservation or mental evasion."I chuckled as I sat up, "This is a wonderful mutual admiration society. I love the two of you. .. I hope this isn't too strange for you. But I just need a little more. I need your hands on me. That would feel so, so nice. If you're O.K., I'm gonna just open my blouse, so you can touch me a little. But it's O.K. if you don't want to. I'll understand.'" I take it he was O.K. with it?" I knew he was nervous at that point. I think if I thought he was thinking, 'Score!' or anything like that I would have stopped immediately. But he wasn't like that at all. He was caring and sensitive. He kind. I wear to school the same things I wore last year, and those are jeansand a tee. Shorts are not allowed. Dresses and skirts are allowed butonly Cheerleaders wear skirts. And so do fashion chicks. I'm neither. SoI wear jeans and a tee. Like all the other boys and girls.Most girls have their hair long, but I don't. Their jeans are skin tight,but mine are loose. Their tees are skin tight and cropped, but mine areloose and long. My tees are oversized cuz I'm waiting for a growth spurtto start any. I thinkthat after a while, they got tired of her and moved on. Not that shedidn't do her best to please them. I often laid awake at night listeningto her entertaining them in her bedroom which was right next to mine. Shewas a screamer. I guess that's where I got that too. I heard everythingfrom slow humping to rough sex play. By the time I was twelve, I had evenheard her being gang banged several times on the other side of the wallfrom me. Mother spent more than she should have on.