It won’t be the same now, no shows, just one dolphin living in the lagoon. I’ll be spending a lot of my time with her. Which brings me to a point....�� She reaches into her purse and extracts her checkbook. After glancing at the register to verify her balance she writes out a check for well into five figures and hands it to Gus.“This will get us started,” she says. “We’ll need to get some legal papers drawn up, and I’ll have to cash in some investments, but I want to move right along. Tomorrow. In those moments, I would have killed someone to get him to fuck me.The cruder he got, the more it affected me. He’d call me his whore, his slut, his fuckable little cunt - the effect was the same.I needed him inside me. Immediately.And then afterwards, it felt like it always had. Like it had for ... as long as it had been going on.It felt normal. Natural. Like, of course your brother calling you names was appropriate foreplay. Of course him telling you he was going to fuck you was all it took. And later we were in the living room and we hadn't bothered to put clothes on and we would do that sometimes when we were home alone even when we were little, and I wanted her to tell me about that boy but at the same time I didn't want her to tell me anything and so I didn't ask her and we talked about school ending soon and what we could do this summer and we had both found summer jobs and I said “Why do you even bother? Your mom and dad are rich” and she said “So?” and I said “So, you don't. Her hips were actually still vibrating and twitching as she came down."How was that, Mom? Did it feel good, like I told you?" Yes, it did. But I still don't know how I let you get me into this. We shouldn't have done this. It's wrong in so many ways." Maybe so Mom, but it's also right. I don't think God would have made our bodies capable of feeling so many great sensations, and not have understood that we would do what we just did, in order to feel that sensation. Part of that great feeling is.