I missed her.Therapist, mother, sister, friend, lover? I'd never had any of those except a mother, and that was so long ago ... How could I know what ...he should be for me?She filled my thoughts! Holding her. Being held by her. Caring for me.But she left me to go to Gary, to get love from Gary. I tried to hate him, but I couldn't. Gary had saved me. Gary had brought me to Moira. Gary was letting me stay.I imagined the two of them together in his bed. Her long red hair, his warm smile, his eyes.. During a study hall class I went downstairs to the school library. While reading a magazine I noticed at a nearby table Eddie sitting with who knows how many books open? Eddie was another kid who got labeled with a nickname. They all called him "Nerdy". Eddie had the brains of Einstein but didn't have any social skills or street sense, stayed to himself and mainly existed to study. He was a Clark Kent type of guy and even wore the same glasses.I got up, went over and sat down at Eddie's table.. You feel my body slide across yours as we feed off the heat of each other’s passion. You’re not sure if it’s sweat or your juices you can feel trickling between your legs. Each time I raise my hips, you pull me back into you, to feel me filling you again and again. I’m thrusting faster now, ramming my hard cock deep into you in a wild, frenzied rhythm. You love the feel of me, filling your whole body, splitting you apart. You hear my breathing become shorter – low grunting breaths. You. But, I was tired; it was still early in the day and I was tired, go figure. I really wasn’t sure about things at all. But, everyone said it was all good, so I guess that maybe it was going to be good. Most importantly for me, Rozelle seemed to be thinking positive. And that was my primary concern: the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint her; she meant everything to me, absolutely everything.But, there were still more scenes to play out; and part of the “more” was a proposition my brother.