I just can’t believe it but I am starting to get a big hard on. She is doing stuff with them that she would never try with me, that bitch. Wednesd...ay is quiet till later in the evening, when the girls come into her room and they all get together on our bed and hold each other, and it looks like they are sobbing. She goes to work in the morning, but comes home at noon, with a couple of her male co-workers for a nooner. For an hour they spend time in bed sucking and fucking her. I can’t. Chyrl as a girl, was every man's ideal fuck, she knew it, they knew it, and we her friends knew it. What we all never knew, was the effect this desirability was having on her, as I personally saw her wipe men's semen from her school uniform, as she was marked by the seedier types on public transport, and held down in toilets, by the boys, feeling her crotch, as they masturbated onto her, well we all had our fair share of this, but Chyrl more than most.One day we went back to school after Summer. .. er ... floozie."Floozie?How many years ago did they use that word?"Dad, do you mean slut?" I asked, barely able to control my giggling."Ever since your divorce, the papers are portraying you as some kind of ... sex fiend." Jet, I think your dad is calling you a slut. I guess he thinks I am one too? Do you daddy?"Rome laughed as she called him daddy, and stood up blowing him a kiss. She walked out of the room, I thought to go to the bathroom. I must admit watching Rome blazingly teasing my. His eyes closed. The empty neighborhood belonged to the old man and the old tom and the buzz of the warm electric wires. Silence surrounded the old man. The smell of many gardens filled his nose. He smiled. He rocked. He heard gravel crunching. He heard a whirl. He guessed a bicycle. He stopped rocking. He waited and he listened for the whirl of the wheels to pass, but he heard a skid. He heard the crash of the bicycle landing against the earth. Footsteps landed on his steps. He heard them."Go.