”March 25, 1989, Chicago, Illinois“God, what a mess,” I sighed, tossing the front section of the Chicago Tribune onto the kitchen table.“How m...ch oil was spilled?” Kara asked.“Something on the order of half-a-million barrels,” I said. “The Exxon Valdez could carry 750,000 barrels according to the article, and it seems like it was full.”“How many gallons is that?” Jessica asked.“It’s 42 gallons per barrel, according to the article, so figure twenty million, give or take,” I said. “It’s going to. Just as he was really starting to fuck her hard, and as deep as he could get it in,..they were so intertwined and had not noticed… The car that earlier had driven up the hill had now suddenly returned!… There was no way that he was going to stop..,he did not care, as he was so close to really getting off! Again, and there was no way that he could have untied her, or been able to get her back to his car, that was now parked some distance down the hill and that what ever awaited, was to be their. "I could see him turning red and he was really struggling with this so I decided to help him out. "Is it because they think I look really hot? Do hot girls make guys nervous?"Maybe I should describe myself to you so you can see what my step dad was going through. When I was 16 I was about 5'2", with long blonde hair, pretty green eyes, and cute pouty lips. My measurements were already 34c-22-34. I was a cheerleader and ran track so my body was really hard and I loved to show it off. That day I. I feel so full of stories, they leech out of my skin and run onto the page themselves. I pick up the notes from the kitchen table and remind myself where we are, today we will write but not for an hour or so yet.He is still sleeping when I enter the shadows of the bedroom, his long frame thrown across the bed, his face creased into the pillow. I smile. I cannot help it. He’s finally mine and it is so new I feel like I have to pinch myself.I set the coffee silently on his nightstand then grab a.