"Returning to the name question. How about something quite common, then." I wracked my brain, looking for NPC names I'd seen but who weren't major cha...racters. "How about ... Theron, for you, Cailan, and Duncan, you can be ... Tomas?"I saw them both consider, then nod. We sat quietly for a moment, but I knew it wouldn't last. All joking aside, they still had no reason to trust me. I hit upon an inspiration, and started unlacing my boots. I did have a few things I could use to back up my story,. See, I've been a slut since the age of thirteen, well, I grew into a slut gradually starting at thirteen and it escalated every since. It began with my stepfather when my mother went to the east coast to see her parents and I was alone at the house with Dave, my stepfather. Dave was in his early 40's and having begun puberty only a little over a year prior, I had an attraction to him, but I was too nervous and too naive to even flirt! However, Dave apparently had looked at me several times. I don't need to fill out anydamn forms to say so and if we don't get this sorted out and my childrenonto the shuttle you'll be the one suffering from illness or incapacity.Now put that in your database!" Debra ...," Steve said slow and softly, risking death or injury in aneffort to keep his beloved calm."Mommy," Samantha begged as she tugged on Debra's sweater. "What boutsStephanie our sister up in da attic?" What's that honey?" Debra answered softly, her anger momentarilysubsided."You. The nerves were definitely gone and the more we talked, the hornier I was getting.We had decided that I should probably be an out-of-town relative instead of a new friend since after tonight who knew how many times Jenni would return. Being the mystery girl fit my persona all too well. For the first thirty minutes or so, we mingled and sipped beer out of our solo cups. Thirty minutes became sixty, sixty became ninety and before I knew it, I was one of at least a hundred people at a backyard.