A voice in her mind screamed "FUCK!" loud enough in the silence of her head to make her wince.The paramedics saw the wince and rushed over."That's a n...sty bump you have on your head. My name's Joe, that's Chrissie," He cocked his head briefly in the direction of the female paramedic "Does it hurt much?"Hurt much! God she wanted to hit him over the head with a supermarket floor and see if he liked it. She laughed at the thought, or a least started to before a wave of pain strangled it.At her. That’s the day that I work for a manufacturing company.’ ‘Thank you for clearing that up for me.’ ‘You have every right to know everything about me. I feel that I can ask you anything, right?’ ‘Right,’ I answered, wondering when it would be a good time to tell her about Georgia. We talked about the best way to research the stories we’d extracted from the letters. I came up with the idea of putting Mackey’s work experience in chronological order. We took turns surfing the web and discovered that. For a while after that, I told myself it was love, but after three more dates where the same thing happened, followed by ‘Let’s go see what the guys’re doing at the drive-in... ‘ and I started understanding that maybe it wasn’t love and maybe he was getting what he wanted, even if I wasn’t.I wasn’t easy after that, but I was used by several more guys, each time thinking that a little attention, and maybe THIS one was different.All this was after Dad died. Cancer. Too young. I loved my mom and. And I liked fucking you." "Jake..." my sister whispered. "No..." "I did," I said softly. "I liked fucking you, and I've been thinking about fucking you, and Jen, I want to fuck you again." "Nooooooo..." her voice trailed off. Her eyes were closed. "We can't..." Her hands were clenched tightly in her lap and her legs were pressed firmly together. I reached down and took her hands in mine, moving them aside, then put my hands on her thighs and pried them apart. I heard a sharp intake of.