Look, I don't know if wecan ever truly be friends, but we need to be here for each other," shesays, as she starts sobbing, "I guess we're both pretty ...uch screwednow, aren't we? I'm so fucking pathetic," she says, and she startsshaking, and crying uncontrollably.I hug her tightly, and trying to be as reassuring as I can under thecircumstances say, "Don't say that! You're not pathetic. You weren'tresponsible for any of it. Sure, I might seem like a confused, patheticsissy, and I may have gotten. The man’s mouth opened wide but no sound emanated therefrom.“What did you say?” he said.“He understands how hard it is to be alone. He has told me that if a man wanted to marry me it would be okay. But there is one codicil. Never would he tolerate any man, even if I married, to claim his fatherhood of Kari from him. Stepfather, uncle, no problem of any new man, okay. But he has made it plain that the one thing he could not stomach was losing his fatherhood status. And that as Kari’s ‘only. Tracie just assumed that, when it was her turn, Paula would bring him to her room. Now he was here ... and he was ready! She was not.“I’m supposed to take you over to Melanie’s house,” she blurted. She expected him to suggest they go to her room any second.“Melanie?” He looked confused, but it passed quickly. “Oh ... is that where I’m supposed to ... be?”“Yes!” she said, too loudly. She had to do something to undo her pledge to participate. “I changed my mind,” she gasped.“You changed your. I had a real falling out with a friend who, drunk, asked me if I ever wanted to fuck her. That stuff was tough to deal with, but, hey, I was her brother and it was my job to defend her. She was an adult and could do what she wanted.And being a stripper doesn't automatically make you a slut. I grew up with my sister and knew the real her. She was a great person. Definitely not a tramp, whore, slut; take your pick. I'd heard them all. It was the money! She made a ton of dough. She certainly was a.