”“Look at the bitch cry, so fucking sweet. Get that white ass moving or we will whip it for you.”One of the Black girls got up on the platform.... She grabbed Megyn by the hair.“Watch me bitch, you better dance or the boys can get real ugly.”“U gotta dance like a Ghetto Hoe.”She watched the girl bend over shaking her ass wildly the turning around, cupping her breastsand shaking her titties.Megyn pulled herself together doing the best she could to follow the girl.The guys were shouting and. Or even worst, it might getugly if it ended. Their difference and quirks were exciting but woulddrive each other nuts. And they enjoyed seeing the other people in theirlives. So though there were times one or the other would question it,they knew they were much better as friends. Besides, they enjoyed theidea of being able to show up at the other's door at 2 AM (or whenever)when the urge hit them.Gianna was listening to Pete going on about a new restaurant she neededto try when she noticed a. She- Where are you going?Me- Home.She- Ok but have something, you didn’t take dinner too.Me- Don’t get bothered. You take rest.She- No no it’s not good. I shall not feel good. At least have somethingI got down from the car. We went to her home. She asked me.She- What you will take?Me- Actually nothing.She-Tea or coffee?Me- Anything.She – Ok, I’ll make coffee, I shall also take. You take some snacks.Me- I think you change first, you might be feeling tired.She- No its ok. I shall change. "Are you a virgin?"This was an odd question for many reasons. First of all, I believe it's generally not usual for eighteen-year-old brothers and sisters to converse about their sex lives. But even if I'm wrong about this, and it is usual for siblings to speak freely of their sexual exploits, this was certainly not the case in our family. Our family would talk about politics, science, philosophy, and whatever else have you. But if there's one thing we didn't discuss, it was sex. Not once, ever..