And then there were the rumors. They were society’s rejects, the druggies and dropouts and freaks and schizophrenics, and they had made some sort of...hideout in the dark, empty places. Some people even said they were something inhuman. They were something like a gang, fiercely loyal and combative and secretive and united above all by a hatred of society. And I wanted to be one of them.It was a miserable day in June when I gathered up my courage. Rainy, but the hot, sticky kind that only serves. I don’t get how life works. Dory got up, took my hand and pulled me gently to my feet. She backed toward the bed and, as the back of her leg bumped into it, she started to fall back and reached for me. I found myself in her arms and she in mine. She looked me in the eyes. For the first time. Then her eyes closed, her mouth opened and our lips met. Dory had never been kissed but she’d seen enough on television over the past days that she knew the general idea. A minor tooth bump, followed by. . I hate to bother you with all my problems."Fred took her hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "I think you better talk about it," he said. "That way you'll feel better. It's the only way. Millie and I talk things out all the time. We kind of act as each other's shrink. Come on. Start talking." Well, Pete was always a runaround, but I guess you know that."Fred frowned. "I figured that out. And to be truthful with you, Sis, he bragged about it too. Pete's the kind of guy who doesn't. I looked at Sian and she smiled, shrugged, and finished her mug of tea.Vee came back in, picked up her mug of tea, and drank it."Let's see if I can get anywhere with it."She placed a tube of KY jelly on the floor, took off her dressing gown, and in one fluid movement pulled off her long teeshirt.She looked stunning.Her small pink breasts on her pale, slightly freckled skin seemed just right with the halo of auburn hair, and as she slipped off her panties, the matching muff excited me even more..