She felt her throat instantly clenching with fear and anxiety, wondering what the hell they meant."You see, here's the thing, girl. We've been watchin...g you, right?" The voice continued. "You're WAY too fucking boring! I mean, c'mon! You've had sex two times, and I still say that the first one didn't count. You're twenty two now, get a life! You haven't even gotten drunk yet!" ... What?" Was all that she could muster. "How do you even-" We know. We know everything you humans do. Does it matter?. I I released it quickly saying '..oh, I'm so...I did not mean to...oh I'm sorry...' The guys in the door way let out hysterical laughter. The huge hulk looked down at me as the water flowed over my head and his mid section and said '...you hurt...' I shook my head in the negative. He looked at me and took hold of my chin saying '...while you down there do me a favor...' I started to protest by shaken my head from side to side his grip on my chin, so tight it parted my lips. I don't know if he. You know as well as I do that no matter how we vote if he feels strongly enough he’ll just veto it and do whatever he wants,” she said.That was true. Dad liked Democracy, but he made it clear that as a parent, He wouldn’t let us vote for Ice Cream and Pancakes for dinner every night.“So?” I wanted Lindsay out of my room. I wanted to get back to my dirty thoughts and fantasies. I was picturing spreading peanut butter up and down Bambi’s butt crack and then eating her like a sandwich. It was. The kid had everything, and I do meaneverything. A complete P.A. system, plenty of amplifiers, guitars linedthe walls, keyboards, and even a drum kit! "Is all of this stuff yours?" I asked him. He laughed at my question andsimply told me that music was his life. 'Nice life,' I thought to myself.I decided that before we went any further that I'd have to clear the air."Fred, I'm only fourteen. In fact, I just turned fourteen a few weeksago." He eyed me curiously and remained silent. I waited.