"Hello," she answered."Hi, Renee. I thought you would be there. I have a couple of boxes I put together at my sister's. Do you want me to bring them b...y there, or just drop them off at the house?" Either way is fine."Her frustration must have crept into her voice, because Phyllis asked, "What's wrong?"Renee let out a sigh. "I've got a virus on the computer at the store, and I can't get anyone in here to fix it. I'm at a standstill." Oh, hang on a second." Her next words were muted, indicating. .*spoilers*.... Tuesday! It’s Tuesday....”Tuesday: early Tuesday.I laid in bed staring at the ceiling in just my loosely tied robe, going over the “plan” in my head, (and even in my head the use of “plan” is tenuous) and listened to the sounds of the house, more specifically daddy getting ready for work. I heard the shower for a while now and it hadn’t turned off yet. I cocked my head and smirked when the time passed that my father would have ordinarily shut off the shower.“He’s jacking off. “Can I suck a big black cock?”“Yes, of course, and you can go along with it.”I thought what am I telling her? I was off-guard. When did Fernando come? Will he fuck her. Oh shit, I thought.She came home 1 hour later and went to bed.In the morning, when I wake up, I saw she was reading the newspaper. And she prepared a coffee for me.When I was drinking it, I looked at her and she said, “Do you want me to tell what happened yesterday.”“Everything.”“Okay, when I went there only Kim was there.”She. She again called and said she is not angry about it.She also said its normal for your age group. Then I thought of opening the door and I opened the door for her.She came inside and sat beside me on the sofa.She kept a hand on my leg and tried to console me for the incident.She said it was okay and she didnt feel bad for the incident and told that she wont tell anyone about it.I was relieved.She asked me why I was masturbating.I remained silent. She insisted me to reply and I told her that it.