”“I don’t want to talk about it,” I told her, taking my bowl of soup out of the microwave to stir it and decide whether it’s warm enough or ...needed more time.“You HAVE to talk about it, John!” she argued immediately, like she hadn’t just finished telling me that she’d respect my desire for privacy. “What was it like? Was it awkward? You weren’t disappointed, were you? Everything went okay?”I closed my eyes and breathed through my nose, counted to ten, imagined myself in my happy place and all. He moved it in and out, slowly inserting more each time. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. It didn’t hurt, probably because Tom used so damn much lubricant. Once Mark slid the final inch into me, he rested for a few seconds, holding me tight around the chest, breathing heavy. He began licking my ear. His balls resting against my balls. I felt the heat from his body through the back of my legs, my ass and my back as he rested on top of me.Then he started slowly humping my ass. He. ’ Kaylee stared up at him as he continued speaking, telling her about the pictures in a calm voice. She knew what he was doing and it warmed her heart, making the world seem more normal than it had seemed in the past few hours. Her hand reached out, grabbing a hold of his shirt. Gabe stared down at her small hand tangled in the fabric of his shirt and then back into her eyes. They seemed almost too big for her small face now, her pupils slightly dilated as she dealt with the shock of what. Looking in the mirror, I smiled. There's proof, I thought,there's living proof that Elizabeth Anne Grey exists.I opened the wine and poured myself a glass, slipping the bottleback into the ice bucket. Standing by the window, waiting, Isipped the wine and felt the butterflies take off and beginflying formation within my stomach.A taxi pulled up and I guessed it was the girls. As I expected,they had arranged to arrive together and I'm sure I had been thehot topic of conversation in the back seat.