"Justin tossed his schoolbooks onto the backseat of his car, atwenty-year-old junker. It wasn't much to look at, being in bad needof a paint job, but...it basically got him anywhere he needed to go andback again. And besides, he'd paid for the car himself.During his last class, Justin had decided to head for the mall afterschool. It hadn't even been that hard of decision, given everythingthat he'd been through that day along with the nearly ton of homeworkthat he'd been assigned. There were. "You look good, Tara."She examined me. "And you're too skinny," she proclaimed."You've been spending way too much time with my mother," I said."And that's a bad thing?" My mom appeared at the kitchen door, a big smile on her face and a spatula in her hand."Nope," I said. "It's not." I walked over and gave her a big hug, picking her up and twirling her around."Sean! Cut that out!" Mom sounded stern, but I could hear the happiness in her voice."What have you got to fatten up a poor, starving. Right now I knew that if I wasn't laughing, I'd be driving off a cliff or straight into a stone wall somewhere on the way home.Home! There's another laugh.To paraphrase Robert Frost, "Home is the place, that when you go there when it isn't Asshole's turn to fuck Carole, you get the sloppy seconds."Carole and I had had a pretty active sex life, I'd thought. Or we had up until about two years ago, but even turned down a notch it had been pretty good.Geeze! If she's also been doing him along with. He had to keep her from his parents, which meant going out almost every night and eating out with her. He had almost had enough of her. He shut the door and was about to lock it, until he heard a knock. Cracking the door he saw Candy standing nude in the hall. “Michael, hurry up!” the hoarse whisper came through the door as Michael frantically opened the door and pulled her in by one arm. He heard the joint pop as he roughly stopped her against him and shut the door as quietly as possible,.