She was a sympathetic listener and before I knew it, I was pouring out the story of my life. She didn't condemn, judge, or even give advice. She just ...listened... and when the tears began rolling down her cheeks, she reached out and took my hand. Her touch was soft... and comforting.I'm still not sure how it happened, but later that evening I was riding home with her in a cab. Toward her home. There just happened to be an extra bedroom in her place, she said.It was a magnificent restored. "I might sell these tapes to some Internet firm and you'll be front page news just like that 'Hotel Girl'."That's part of the buzz," she said, "not knowing what might happen. Now stick it in me."I was happy to oblige and we got down to some serious fucking. I like doing it first thing in the morning, for a start you are all warm and relaxed and two you can jump out of bed after and have a nice hot shower together. I moved her about so the best angles were recordered and making sure her face was. It took her 20 minutes."I see" he said. "You can return to your class now, the secretary will give you a pass."Ellie went to her first period class. It was half way done when she got there. She didn't learn anything there. Second and third periods came and went. LaToya and Ellie sat next to each other. LaToya had to keep Ellie focused.Fourth period had just started when Ellie was again called the Front Office. "LEAVE ME ALONE" she shouted at everybody and nobody. She went to the Front Office.. They’re pink, but in the soft candlelight they looked darker, like pennies.I felt myself getting warm downstairs, too, and when I dipped my finger in, I was slippery in a way that had nothing to do with the soap. For a second I wondered if I had a right to feel this way, but I remembered the sex talk Mom insisted we have. She told me it was OK to masturbate if I needed to, that it was better, in fact, than getting myself in trouble, and now I looked up at the ceiling and said, “See, Mom? I’m.