But strangely, Carly didn’t mind those things. In anyone else, she’d call them out, avoid them, but it was weird… with Sam, she didn’t notice ...them, she didn’t think those things about Sam. Sam was just her best friend who she loved.She didn’t know why, it just… it seemed right.Sam then pushed Carly back on the bed, climbing on top of her lithely, pausing. “Am… am I really doing this?” She said softly, wonderingly, talking almost to herself.Carly leaned up, capturing the blonde in a gentle kiss.. I guess I was just in a bit of a funk and didn’t want to go out of my own way; I had become accustomed to both frequent sex as well as my partners coming to me, and the thought of going on a ‘date’ with someone seemed exhausting. Pathetic sounding I know, but all the extra steps I would have to go through to safely get a girl into bed with me was just too much. I wanted to relax, not work.On the fourth day since I’d had sex with Hanna, I tried her door again. It was the late afternoon and I. What if my uncle finds out?” Her fingers fidget with the already illicit glass of wine.“There’s nothing to find out.” Abby moved the pill over the wine glass hovering it dangerously close as Nicole looked on paralyzed. It falls in with barely a plop and sinks to the bottom slowly effervescing. “Except maybe a fun time.” Abby collects the undoctored drinks and leaves the young minor alone with the dosed drink and her thoughts.Nicole can barely catch her breath as she watches it. She reaches into. Mental abuse is different, so don't even think that."He didn't answer her."I think I saw that talk show too," she said, trying to make him feel better. "It was like, neo-nazis who abuse their wives mentally, and then they sleep with their best friend's parents or something... "That made him laugh."See, I forgive you. Because I love you. And we didn't do anything, I swear we didn't," she persisted."I know," he sighed. "It just, you don't understand what it was like, this naked guy in your bed,.