Tonight, it was just Rhonda and me and ... well ... who knows?I arrived at her address a couple of minutes early after having scouted the place out be...orehand. It was a five unit townhouse complex, fairly new by the look of it, and situated in a nice, quiet neighborhood. I was nervous, but moved to the front door and pushed the button.She answered the door almost immediately. “I’m just putting the finishing touches on and getting Randy settled in with Mrs. Palmeter. Come in and have a seat.”I. Not so much. I did get lucky with surrealism as the style, but the object or scene or whatever is a kitchen.’ ‘A kitchen? Wow, you have to be kidding.’ ‘Definitely am not. What’d you get stuck with?’ ‘Unfortunately impressionism. And an Italian city scene.’ ‘Wow. How typical. At least it’s not a vase of flowers.’ Aren laughed. ‘I hate impressionism. It drains the life from me. And so does drawing a cityscape. I asked if I could put people in it and she said only if they didn’t draw attention.’. By time had passes by me and Nina had a lot of talks on the subject of sex etc. so we were cool about it all? We used to confess our love for each other daily as well by this time and accepted each other as better halves. One day in chemistry period me and her were sitting on the corner seat (as we sat at the last row with our friends and we had rotation so that day we had to sit on the last seat), she was just talking mushy stuff to me and I was doing justice to her. Suddenly we had a talk. I got up and went to the bathroom, locked the door and put on the light. I looked at myself in the sink mirror, hoping to see a difference, wanting to see the woman in me, breaking out from the girls body, having experienced a mental sexual act with a family member, I saw I was wet, not from sweat, but from sperm, I had been ejaculated on, and the deep imprinted feeling on and in my vagina, that I was still experiencing, did happen, he had had his fingers inside me and I had been dreamily.