He acknowledged her statement with a grunt, his mind a jumble of mixed emotions. She immediately intuitively knew his very thoughts, as together they ...moved to the tiny living room. Knowing in her heart exactly the situation she asked what was wrong, while she had intuitively understood she wanted him to tell her himself. Haltingly he said “it would be a real tussle for him, he had always wanted to know exactly what went on in the outhouse, at ‘a game’,” she knew that of course that he wanted to. Soon after mum and dad had gone out ‘Uncle’ Frank took something out of his jacket pocket, he said “Here you go lad” and handed me three scruffy Playboy magazines, these were like gold dust to someone of my age, “Thanks Frank” he said “Take them upstairs and put them somewhere safe” as I scuttled up to my room.Five minutes later I came down and sat on the sofa next to Frank, we were talking of usual bullshit when he asked if I was active “Yes I’ve shagged a girl at school” I didn’t tell him of. She sat on the easy chair across from the couch. I sat down.She was ... she was mad. I could see her biting her lip. Her eyes were stern. She was really angry."I know what you did," she said. "I know what you and your fucking whore did YOU SICK FUCK!" Jenny, wait! What..." I couldn't get a word in. What was going on?"You sick, sick fuck!" she was furious, screaming at the top of her lungs. "You fucked my mother on my fucking bed when Katie was right here! Right fucking here!" She was pointing. Okay? I’ve always fuckin’ loved you. I’m so in fucking love with you that I don’t know what to do. I never did. But I love you. I love you. You don’t need Chloe back—y-you never fucking needed her. Ever. You’re worth so much more than that. You’re—y-y-you’re fucking everything to me.” All the words she’d been holding in for years erupted out like a clear spring, an immensely satisfying blue current, undiluted and powerful enough to wash away all of her worries.I—love—you!And then she creamed.