“So … how? I really, REALLY, don’t want to go back to that, mom. We deserve a safe life.”Irene mused, “A life with security, purpose, and st...ability.”Jade added on, “It doesn’t even have to be with extra money and things … but a roof and food …”“And belonging?” Jade looked at her mom and nodded. Irene gazed at her daughter, “If we had that, we could be happy?”Jade nodded. “Yes. At this point, I’d do anything to be away from here and have that.” She gazed at her mom harder. “What are you. And how are you supposed to keep from cuming if it's a wet dream, anyhow?" I know exactly what you mean," said Sharon to her high school buddy. "My father and mother found me last weekend after I'd had a little bit of my own personal orgy. There was no way in the world I could talk to them after that. They just wouldn't listen. Now I have to creep around the house and not say anything at all that has to do with sex. For fear I'll get beaten up again. My father used his belt. I never thought he. Who really cared what the girls thought about me. I let him kissme. Even though I knew better, I enjoyed his kiss. I wondered whathe was thinking as he kissed me - another man."George shuddered at the thought of kissing another man. This talehe'd been spinning was continually growing weirder and weirder. Hewanted to stop; he wanted to tell Miss Scratch he was making it allup.But he couldn't; he had to continue."I took the last vial to my room that night; I don't know why - itjust seemed the. Once he let go, he wanted every last inch of her, taking as the primal anger and lust burnt him up. But once again she pushed and pushed, going until he snapped. The feeling of her delicate throat as he pushed her against the bedroom wall sent a special thrill through him. Her smile was triumphant and he tightened his grip, delighting in her choked attempts to find her breath. Leaning forward, he kissed her hard on the lips. Blood rushed like a drugged cocktail through his veins, engorging.