We just stood there looking at each other. The she started the conversation that was inevitable. “What the fuck are you doing in my room? More impor...antly what the fuck are you doing in my clothes?” She asked sounding very angry at me. I didn't know what to say so I just stood there. What was going to happen next I thought. “You dirty little slut you, you come in here and turn my brother Alex into Alexia! How am I going to punish you.” Now she sounded like she was getting hot, and like she was. But it wasn't the kind that said he had been set up with a hot one. He showed no awe of me, which was very surprising, because almost everyone else did, including women."I can't stay long," said Jennifer. "I have a study group and I need the help." I told you I could help you with that," he said."I know. But I can't rely on you for everything. I need to establish some independence, even if it is in a group."He seemed to find that amusing for some reason.I went to the counter and got a cup of. That felt kind of weird. I guess it’s kind of like when divorced men see their new wife getting along with their ex. I know I didn’t do anything wrong, but it still makes me nervous. I dunno if that makes sense or not.”“It does,” she assured me. “Lana was the architect of a lot of your misery. Even though she turned out to be a victim too, she was still the face of your torment. Seeing her influencing Emma can leave you feeling a little uneasy. Try not to let that feeling have a full head of. She was not really sure of her answer; she just did not want to keep his hopes up. She still believed that what they had just done was wrong, no matter how much she enjoyed it.After sitting on the floor together for a long time, the two of them finally stood up and exited the stall. As expected, they found the locker room completely empty. All of the other boys had finished their showers and gone home. "We reek of sex," Jon laughed."We need to shower." Tiffany trudged her way toward the showers.