It was okay, but for the life of me, I couldn't tell what we ate. Gail kept the alcohol flowing and in three hours, we were very relaxed, but not drun...! We were truly relaxed.I stayed pretty quiet and watching the two of them circle each other. That was the only way to put it. It wasn't that they were afraid, but they were cautious. From the conversation, I knew that Stephanie had thought about Dea all day as well. At one point both of them were off to the loo and Gail told me that Stephanie. I wasn't running away from anything, physically or emotionally,there was no abusive step-father, no distant mother, threatening olderbrother or immature little sister. There was just me and my Mum andDad, then, one day, there wasn't.I was just about to turn nineteen when it happened. My life wasordinary, probably boring to someone on the outside, but perfect forme. I had total freedom to do whatever I wanted, my parents trusted me,they understood I wasn't really the self-destructive type, and. It was liberating to feel like a sexy woman again and I didn't want that feeling to end even though I knew it was wrong. I value my wedding vows and I always made sure that our mucking around stopped short of me doing anything physical.Then one morning after I'd fought with Alex about how much I'd been spending on clothes, I started crying when Byron told me how nice I was looking. He sat me on his desk and started comforting me.Before I knew it, Byron had raised my skirt and was having sex. Had mom left them there? I was so ashamed... She had obviously done thelaundry before leaving, she had obviously seen them and recognized themas mine, not her?s or my sister?s but mine. The first pair she knew aboutand approved of, but the thongs... I was going to hear about them whenshe came back for sure... even if they were plain black and seamless, itwas impossible to think of them as unisex.My desire to try the second outfit on took over and I decided to forgetall about that, I couldn't do.