Maybe we could fuck their brains out for once.”+++++That evening Mom invited Stella, Fern, and Bob to dinner. After we had eaten and the dishes were...washed Mom made an announcement. “Stella, I invited you over so that our sons could fuck you. Get naked, bitch.”Trudy said, “Oh my God, Mom you have a sex slave too. How cool is that?”Mom shouted, “Stella, I gave you an order bitch, don’t make me punish you.”Stella started to cry as she undressed in front of us. She was totally humiliated and it. He had managed to slide a hand across her shirt covered breast, but that was all. She quickly stopped him anytime things seemed to be moving forward. This seemed to be more of a return to her normal self, and the events from the night of the play continued to fade away.Amanda had made a point of avoiding them both since that night, and that suited Cris and Missy just fine.One Friday evening there was a party that most of the kids were going to. That afternoon Missy and Michelle’s parents heard. It was possible to create a wind tunnel effect in each room separately from the other. It was a good cooling system most days.Since she was on the second floor with no fire escapes on the rear, the windows back there were fairly secure with just a good lock. At least in the winter months a lock was all that was needed, in the summer a cut off broom handle in each of their tracks secured them.The windows on the front had light weight aluminum decorative faux iron shutters installed. It was. As my body changed from a scrawny kid with freckles and pigtails into a shapely teenager, I had to rely on Mrs. Harvey to explain the facts of life, something she took great pleasure in doing. Our discussions led to trust and friendship between us. That is when I began calling her Mom and Mr. Harvey Daddy.A milestone occurred the summer before we were to enter the ninth grade. Julia and I became interested in boys. We talked about them constantly, how to attract them, how to get them to kiss us.