" I don't have a therapist," replied Peyton."I'm sure you will by next week. You're gonna need to work out your feelings about what happened with your... uncle." I know, Wendy. I'm actually looking forward to it. I want things to be normal so Jake and I can truly move on." Things will never be normal," said Mom. "You will learn to deal with it, but unfortunately, those memories probably won't go away."Peyton looked out the window again. I could have sworn I saw a tear running down her cheek."So,. June 23, 1845Okay, so Ab wanted to stop early so we could have a party. We still made fifteen miles for the day. I found us a nice campsite on the Bear River. For some reason, when I saw the river, my heart soared. I guess it was just knowing that the water from this river eventually ended up in the Pacific Ocean.We made camp early and all of the women started cooking their favorite dishes. By late afternoon, people started gathering in an area Ab had designated as the place we were going to. She stared at it with a sickening feeling, she knew that particular tattoo really well. Then, like a sledge hammer between her eyes, it dawned on her that the tattoo looked familiar because it belonged to her very best friend. Her kindred spirit. Her confidant. The fact that she lived next door to her made it sink in deeper. She continued to inch towards the door until it was all laid out before her. Haaa, she laughed to herself. Laid out before me! Here was her BFF Evette,. I was about to say something when he put his finger to his lips....he went and closed my room door and he slowly moved to my bed. My mind was wondering what the heck was going on until his bulge told his story. All of a sudden my mind went crazy...my first gay encounter thoughts plastered it. His eyes and his bulge was doing me in. He came and sat down next to me...he asked if I was having fun there and I hesitantly and softly said yes. He then said he liked gay porn too and asked if he could.