“That’s better.” I said, gently clearing the hair from her face. She leaned back against my chest, laying her head against me and playing with o...e of the buttons on my shirt. “Thanks Tim.” She sniffed and rubbed her eyes before looking up at me with a little smile, “I like it when you call me Ori.” And then in a quieter voice like she was talking to herself, “Like Oreo, tee-hee.” Absolutely adorable. It made sense too, especially when we first met, what with her very pale skin and very. I left to my room, feeling odd and quickly changed into my nightie and laid down.Half an hour later, I could hear my mom snoring and I was dozing off, when the door opened to my bedroom. I looked up, rajesh uncle was standing in his shorts and t shirt. He whispered: “ your mom’s snoring is too much..I’ll sleep here”.And before I could say anything, he slipped under the covers and laid down next to me. I turned my back to him, embarrassed and closed my eyes shut. He slowly slid his hand over my. For it signified the one thing she so desperately needed right then.Hope."Please God," she prayed to an entity that she was not sure shebelieved in. Although after seeing what had happened to Connor she feltthat surely she must. "I know I have done so much wrong. Please help meto make it right. Please bring Connor back to me."****The next morning, although unintentional, Keira intersected with Amyjust before they reached school. Amy greeted her enthusiastically. Itwas reasonably mutual although. All of that paled next to “wet humping”, which we discovered quite by accident. It was over the Christmas break of eleventh grade. We were playing pool in her basement one day, and her parents were out. She was winning every game; mostly because I was having a hard time concentrating as every time she had to bend over the table to make a shot, she would wiggle her denim-covered ass at me. I even copped a feel of her cheeks a few times. She was about to sink the eight-ball for yet another win.