"I grabbed a t-shirt, slipped on my blue jeans and shoes. I quietly stepped out the house and got in my truck to pick Tara up. I stepped out of the ho...use as quietly as I could hoping my parents wouldn't wake up. I drove off into the night feeling furious. I didn't know if it was because Tara didn't listen to me about John or that she had actually admit to me that she'd messed around with him.I arrived at John's house a few minutes later. The house was dark and it felt almost a bit creepy. I. I didn't think of pigs and I ... There were too many variables." Yes, there were." Mr. Fox tapped his spoon gently on the rim of his cup."I'm done." I sat up straight in my chair. "I'm going to ... I don't know." Everyone suffers failure," Mr. Fox sighed. "It just took you longer than the rest of us, so you're having a harder time with it." Failure?" I blinked at him. "I killed a village! Those people, they didn't do anything. They didn't hurt anyone."I was crying again and I wondered where all. "Well, your honor, I admit that I am late to this gathering. Could I ask what the reasoning for this is?" Charlene, I am glad to see you here. We have done nothing beyond introductions. This is Melissa Dove of the CPD Internal Affairs division, and Carey Jackson, from the FBI. You know Carol of course. Apparently all of us received this little piece of evidence and I wanted to have you here with us when we reviewed it jointly." Thelma said.Seeing the bewilderment on Charlene's face, Carol. We would see each other nude talk about sex openly and share any Playboys or Pethouses we found of dads or got from a friend. It wasn't uncommon for one of us to catch the other masturbating. The one doing the deed would cover up and the other would point and laugh typically, no big deal.We lived in the country and one day we about a mile from home when we spotted something in a culvert. It was two grocery bags full of dirty mags. Some of them were titles we hadn't seen before Such as Hustler.