We couldn’t drink (nor smoke) in Louise’s house, but I suppose that was better. I had a clear head.We got in her bed, fully clothed, to watch the ...ilm. As usual we snuggled up to each other. There was nothing in that usually, though that time it meant a lot to me. Being wrapped up in Louise felt so good.It got late and Louise’s dad came upstairs to tell us it as late and he was off to bed. He said we weren’t to be noisy (!) and if we were going to have a shower, we should do it soon. Sometimes. Finish off with a few more passes left and right in various states of dressing."How do I look?" she asked."Fuckin-gorgeous!"The accident changed some things but not family meals. I sat quietly, being ignored by Dad, Catherine, and Ahmo. I didn't have anything against being ostracized anymore. It was the only way for Catherine and Ahmo to deal with the many (fucking so many!) arguments over me. Mostly over me, they had their own issues.After the accident, Catherine spent a night in the hospital;. We still played now and then, but she was eleven now and had lots of friends. I didnt get her alone nearly as often as I wanted to. So when Christys family moved in and I found out she was the same age as me, I immediately began plotting how to get her clothes off of her. The surprise I had for her was a magazine, something I had stolen from the box my step dad thought I didnt know about. It was in the bottom of the bathroom closet, and covered by sheets and blankets, and was filled with. “Really Art, such language!” Reganald said sharply, causing Art to look at the small male as if he were crazy.“Really? You break the hell in here, and you admonish me about my language? I’m going to put you so far under the jail, you won’t remember your name, Reggy!” Art’s face suddenly registered surprise. “What in the HELL!!! I’m going to make you pay for this Reggy!” Again Art’s eyes blinked in surprise.“How long?” Reganald asked of the female.“Two minutes, any time now,” the female.