Why is it that sometimes, other people having a good time can be so annoying? I've felt the same way, on occasion -- vaguely resentful of the happy gr...up at the next table over. Why are those people having more fun than I am?Tonight, though, we were being the annoying ones.Ford picked up pretty quickly on the fact that his kid sister had been laid very recently. He didn't seem to mind. He seemed approving, even. Shiggie had detected it before we'd so much as left the house. Whenever Amy was out. You go on top of me and proceed to making out with me. My hands climb for the bra and swiftly undo it, exposing your beautiful breasts. My hands squeeze onto them, massaging them over and over, feeling a rush of delight. Your hands go through my hair, making me feel so safe yet ecstatic.I remove my undershirt, and pull you in, pressing your bare chest onto mine. The car windows are getting steamy now, as we continue to make out. I pull your hair, exposing your neck, and kiss it, and nibble it. “Who was it, do I know him?”“It’s part of the story I never got around to telling you last night,” he says.“Want to talk about it now?”“You know, I think I do,” he says. “I’ve never said anything to you about it before, because ... well, look, frankly some of it’s a little hard to believe. A lot hard. I didn’t want you to think I’d gone over the edge or something. But now that she’s back— Anyhow, it goes on for a while, is this a good time?”She looks at him lovingly. “Tell me,” she. Janet said that the other girls had started school, but that I could attend their class when I got better. Only I didn't get better for a long time. And over the period of the next three months I fell into extended periods of unconsciousness.Finally I woke up and noticed that I was on a mat on the floor. I tried walking, but found that I was only able to crawl. As I was crawling I noticed how huge everything in the room had become. I crawled over to a mirror and looked at myself. I had become a.