”Ivy glanced back at me with a confused look on her face, “What are you talking about, Davik?”I sighed and answered, “We will need to give you...a tiny cut, to make sure you are not Voguel. Every one of the weapons these girls have, is coated with a cure for the Voguel curse. This is just a precaution, as Brenson could have turned you without you knowing.”Ivy seemed to mull it over, while she gently rubbed her hands along Lillian’s belly before nodding. I walked over and took her hand, allowing. ’ ‘Oh.’ ‘I won’t call you that anymore, if you don’t like it.’ ‘No, that’s okay.’ ‘Really, I’ll remember.’ ‘Charlie, it’s okay. I like it, now that I know why.’ ‘Well, great.’ We sat there in silence and drank the last of our cappuccino. ‘So whatever happened to her?’ Amy asked softly. ‘Who, the cat?’ Amy nodded and I shrugged. ‘She finally got sick of my sisters dressing her up in doll clothes and took off one day.’ ‘Oh Charlie, I’m so sorry. You must have been devastated.’ ‘Not really,’ a lie. The second night she went to the boy’s tent; I did not even bother to go into our tent to masturbate. I sat in the camp chair and unzipped my shorts. Then pushed them down enough to get my hand between my legs. I stared at the boy’s tent as I tried to imagine what they were doing. Was Don Jr. sucking Greg’s cock? Did Carol swallow their cum now? Have they gone further, and they are fucking? Carol was on the pill. Would it really be that bad if they did? I could certainly use a good poking from. ” To describe what went through my head as I finally realized what she was talking about, would take several pages to even give a short description. It's quite safe to say that I was shocked. This was followed by a surge of anger. What the hell did she think she was doing? I wasn't into guys. Our eyes were locked into each other and the tension between us wasn't so much sexual anymore... more a fight for dominance, I suppose you could call it. I pushed her off me, got up and walked away. I was.