She was mine from the time she was 10, when she broke her arm falling out of our treehouse and I had to carry her 3 blocks home. She belonged to me wh...en she was 16 and cried on my shoulder because her boyfriend had broken up with her. She had always been mine and always would be. Now that she was ready for me to tell her, I find her in some other man's arms.I could have killed.Marching over to the cozy couple, I demanded an explanation. "Just what the hell is going on here, Sheila? Who is this. “He shoots his load down my throat!” said Tiffany indignantly. “I was like, what the hell! What an asshole.”“Tiffany, I... I do not understand what you are saying?” said Manjula in a timid voice.Tiffany gave her an exasperated look. She started to repeat, really slowly: “I—was—giving—a—blow—job—”“No, I heard you correctly. But what is a blow job?”The three white girls glanced at each other. “A blow job is when a woman sucks on a man’s cock,” Tiffany finally replied.This did not clarify things. Still, I already recognized him as a man who was unlikely to waste words on empty gestures."And when I tell you I have a life and goal ahead of me that might make me seek loyal companions, you would not be surprised, would you Eru?" Little has surprised me in my life, I confess. My eyes betraying me, that was a surprise. You Davey, and the way of you, that has been a surprise. But I began coming here a year ago, because I sensed that someday I would need to be here, that a path would open up. Ginger stood about waist deep in the gentle surf and watched us, not knowing if Pepper was fighting me or we were playing. Bit by bit I drew Pepper closer to beach and got to the point where I could stand on the bottom with the water at chest level. I grabbed Pepper as she tried to dunk me, not realizing I was standing up and held her tightly against me and told her over and over that I loved her and we were here to relax and have fun. Then I told her something that she always hated to hear,.