Zilch. Nothing I could salvage, even with the hardest highest-contrast paper I could find. It was hopeless. I felt like shit. Like failure. Dad wouldn...t have approved, I'm sure of that.Just a fuckup. That's what it felt like and that's what it was. So, no, I didn't cry, but I felt like it. I solved it the way I'd solved so many similar things over the years: I cut it out of my life. I told myself it was because I was bored with it, that I hated darkroom work, that I was only doing it because. Buster and Harry helped grandpa and uncle Tom and once again we were fucked until we passed out.Dinner was even better. I became an ardent fan of aunt Shari's cooking. Shit-meatloaf could not have tasted better. We finished the large jug of cocktail. We watched some inane movie and were ready for bed.Aunt Shari, Libby, Buster and grandpa went together. Uncle Tom, Harry and I slept together. We hardly slept. Uncle Tom had been dreaming of fucking me for some time and he refused to let me sleep. There wasn’t much but she licked as much as she could out of me. I could not believe it when she asked me and I let her. The sight of her with blood all around her mouth was disgusting - but she lickedher lips and said you are not the first one I have done this to.Some months later I had a similar experience – I was engaged in oral sex on her and her period began in the middle of it and I tasted blood from her in the same way. We laughed and had so much fun that day because of it. I could not. That meant I had a chance to talk with Les before my parents got home.I walked upstairs after determining that Les wasn't on the first floor. It felt like I was walking toward the gas chamber but I kept going. Her door was pushed to but not closed and there was a light on in her room. I hadn't realized it was dark.I tapped on her door without opening it. "Who is it?" It's me, Les. Can I come in?" I guess so."I pushed open the door and saw that she was lying on her bed, her head propped up on a.