’ Winifred looked towards the direction of the voice, rolling her eyes as she did so because she knew just who that voice belonged to. She confirmed...her suspicion when she spotted Shelley Johnston and her cheerleader clique hanging out in the alley between the auto-shop building and the main school building. Shelley Johnston had been a transfer to Parker High School the previous year when she and Winifred were juniors and had immediately taken to picking on Winifred. Winifred had become a Goth. And I'm not a slut!" What is your definition of a slut, Bren? Is it some skanky whore who charges for blow jobs and pussy or ass? No, that is a whore. She charges her men for sex. A slut just fucks for the fun of it; no money changes hands and she enjoys the hell out of fucking other people. Now a wife can be a slut for her husband and allow him any kind of sex he and she wants, but once someone outside the marriage comes into it, she is no longer a wife slut -- she becomes a slut wife. You see. I just wasn’t ready for Chad, or for Darren.”“Hmmm.” I mumbled to myself, not sure how to respond.“I guess I knew I was ready early this summer. I was getting SO horny all the time, and I started thinking about you. I remembered you in the halls at school, and on the bus and I remembered how your voice changed at the start of last year, and how sexy I thought you were again. I thought about how much different you might be again this summer, and I knew where I could find you.”“And you were. We left the camping equipment and the packhorse behind.During the ride back I called Mr. Simon and told him what we were doing. Mr. Simon tried to call Pop and confirmed with the telephone company that Pop's phone was in good working order then called us back. Virginia and I headed for my old home thinking that if Pop were at his place he would have answered even if he was being held there.We stopped just below the crest of the ridgeline then walked the rest of the way up to look at my old.