.Helena? Oh, Claire remembered moaning like a whore up against that shower wall. Almost felt Helena's expert fingers deep inside her again, hitting th...ose secret spots over and over... Then came graduation. Then came marriage. Then came five years of the missionary position, cursory cunnilingus, Tom's shining pink face screwed up as he hammered into her - taking all the pleasure for himself, leaving her with none. As she had been walking home the night before...well, wherever this was...she had. "You are assuming we are in contract with him. I am in the crowd being briefed, but I don't know if they are in contract with him." Marsha said."Fuck it, let's be a TV Station." I said. " Marsha, where is he in the building?"She waited a second and came back to me. "He is barricaded in the cafeteria," she said."The Sheriff will have all the entrances and exits covered. Plus a full contingent of men in the halls cutting off the perpetrator." I said to the Brit."Then we aren't going in are we?". He headed towards the TV to turn it off when he saw a smile spread across Emilia's face. She looked directly at the camera and said "You only had to ask Daddy." Chris was frozen. Had he heard that right? Did she actually still want him? He hadn't even realized that Emilia was no longer on the TV until there was a faint knock on his door. Startled, he turned to face it. "Uh come in," he tried saying, but no sound came out. He cleared his throat and went to try again. "Come in," he. Her mind went to what she was going to talk to him about on the way home. She got excited about the idea. Then, for the first time, she realized the implications of what she was doing. She was talking to her brother about his, and her own, masturbation experiences. She felt weird about it momentarily. It wasn't a big deal that they masturbated and knew eachother did, everyone does. But she realized that they will know when eachother is doing it. She smiled to herself nervously. It was a weird.