“It’ll be okay, Bro... seriously. I’ll help in any way I can.” He then looked to Wendy. “Thank you for being so nice. You don’t have to do...anything.”“Ah cain’t let somewun suffer lahke this… It tain’t fayre.” Then she leaned to my ear and whispered “Yes… Tomorra’ nahht at see-ix. Pick me uuup heahr.”Standing upright, she looked me in the eyes as I stood, too. “Yew look lahk a guud gah. Help yer sister an’ ah’ll see yah t’morrah.” Again with that awe-inspiring smile.Pulling myself together, I. I pulled away, and looked into Peter's eyes. The friend that had always been there for me, the friend that told his brothers to knock it off when they hit on me, the friend that stayed home playing video-games with me on homecoming cause I didn't have a date. I leaned forward and kissed him. I pressed my lips against his, and crawled forwards, climbing on his lap. Peter groaned."No, Tia...I- I can't."I moaned into his mouth, tasting him....pushing my tongue against his..."Shut up Peter and kiss. Hurrying a bit, her sandaled feet echoing loudly in the long hall, she grabbed her purse from her locker, and made her way outside, hoping that Max had come back. She did not really want to walk home in a just a robe. Heaving a sigh of relief, she spotted Max’s car, and made her way across the courtyard. Opening the door, she was not surprised to see Cyndi with her head in Max’s lap. What was a little unusual, she’d obviously not gone and gotten a skirt, as Max’s hand was rubbing her bare. Yet it took only another second for her to respond. She reached down and lifted her mother's hand and guided it to her own wet crotch. She was pleased when her mother didn't pull it away. Not a word passed between them as the finished the remaining fifteen minutes of the ride in silence.Leaving the packages in the car as they arrived home, both women quickly moved into the house.Katie was no sooner in the door when her mother pulled her into her arms and kissed her. Not the motherly kiss.