"He leaned over me kissing each breasts as his finger slid along my slit causing me to become very wet. Moaning, I crawled out of bed, as I stood up, ...Sid pinched my bare butt. laughing I said, "if you want to get to that meeting at all, you better stop all of that stuff." giggling, I headed into my room to the shower.As we were having breakfast Sid brought up last night, saying he wanted me to know what we had done was not under my job requirements and by know means wanted me to feel obligated. But Sam's been doing the same shit and he's fine.Sam showed me some of the new poems Bill's written. I don't really like them at all really. They're sort of just weird. I know there's a lot of 'fuck's and 'cunt's and the like, almost more than any other words, but it's all disjointed and everything. Sam's a bit lazy, but the poems he writes I like a lot more. Although he does like writing about fucking. I often wonder if he writes about fucking me. Or if it's Bill. Or if it's all those other. As it is, I have lost my appetite. But, Alex, before I go, I'll leave you with this bit of wisdom, a truth as sound today as it ever was. You must choose your values and actions solely by reason, and that you, as a person, is an end to yourself, not the means to the ends of others. Do not use others, and do not let others use you, either of which diminishes who you are. It took me many years to understand what that meant, nearly killed me before I truly understood it." His Dad looked to his. When I got to Aunt Susan, I was practically in tears. She was soothing and maternal; she knew how to talk to anyone. I did not know how to start and just blared out. “I’ll be eighteen next week, I’m a Virgin and I don’t know how and I’m scared to loose it. Help me”. “Come here to me” and she embraced me in a comforting way. I sobbed quietly, “Don’t cry, and dry your tears. I’ll help you; I’ve done it a number of times for girls in your situation”. “You see we have a club, I’ll arrange for.