She’s prettier than my mom, but I heard my mom also say that she was ‘promiscuous.’ Since I now understand what a lot more words mean with my li...htning induced brain, I realized Grace was being called a slut.The next book I read should be a dictionary, one of those big ones. We had one; it was as big as a Thanksgiving turkey. The minute we got home, I took my stuff up to my room, and then came back down and got a little folding table, the kind you use to eat at the TV, which we sometimes did. A copA houseA... A monster?He nodded his eyes getting wider and wider. She was sure he didn't believe her. He just looked so dumbfounded trying to get her to explain what she meant in more detail."Please just drive." She gasped as his questioning continued.He nodded and sat back down in his seat"Don't you worry miss." He said the rig picking up speed its beams scanning the road like two huge searchlights.As the truck battled headlong against the rain, ahead the two occupants could see flashing. You're, like, different. Gary loves you. I mean, really loves you. You're more like his wife!"Then why has Gary gone off for so long with Kate, I thought morosely. Kate was the one he treated like his long-suffering wife, and I was the one he treated like his mistress. Or, one of his mistresses...My thoughts were like black, swirling, clouds for a minute. With Gary gone, everything seemed wrong to me. I was angry at Kate, but I'd be more angry if she decided to leave us, if only because of what. My first real kiss and it was with another girl! I was naked, in a pool. Only hours ago I had been turned on by her father, now I was turned on by her. Jesus, I'm insane! But...would she take this the wrong way? Fear welled up in me. Rochelle was gay. I wasn't gay. I mean I don't think I'm gay. My mother would have a heart attack and die if she saw me doing this. I should stop. “So,” I said, pushing away from Rochelle. “We should probably head back to the party huh?” “Oh no you don't,” Rochelle.