. I hope we get there... soon. Because... I gotta take a piss!” I jerked my thumb back toward Killer and said to Camel, “What’s wit... this guy and pissing? Does he have some sort of prostate problem or what?” “I don’t know, man,” Camel responded. “He gets this way pretty much every time we go out.” An unzipping sound was heard from the back seat. Camel quickly turned around and looked back at Killer. “Dude, what the fuck are you doing? Stop the car!” . ” I said trying to keep the anger out of my voice; “You and the asshole that was beating on you when I saw you the first time are now ‘fuck buddies’? Is that what I am hearing? You are also telling me that you are going to continue to fuck him until he leaves?”“You don’t have to be so crude. It’s not going to change anything at home.” She seemed oblivious to my obvious attempts at controlling my anger.“That’s probably true; you said you saw him first about a month ago? Well, the impact on our. I'm sorry," said the young wife."They take their pleasure seriously. Do exactly as you're told and don't try to fake anything. Give them what they want. Make them love it, Jennifer. It's your only hope. And don't forget, I've got a hit of Jip for each of us." I never want to go near that stuff again." OK, I understand how you feel, but you may change your mind before the evening's over."They changed into the costumes, such as they were, body tights of a fishnet weave, Jennifer's black, Cindy's. But this was not the case, my uncle returned home and mentioned nothing at the table as we sat down for dinner.The next day my uncle again went out, this time to a parish meeting. I was watching TV, when my aunty came and sat in the living room with me, and asked me if I thought what I had done yesterday was wrong. I muttered an embarrassed reply that I supposed so but felt a little restrained without any proper friends, she asked if I was refering to girls and I told her I was. She then held.