“I guess” he responded. “It’s….just painful not being able to…relieve it”“Well, maybe if you just go lie down.” I suggested.“Mom! ...That’s not going to do it. Didn’t you ever hear about blue balls?” he asked.“Of course” I replied. “Guys would complain about girls getting them all excited and then leaving them……..” I stopped. I got the message.“Exactly” he said.“Oh. Baby! I’m so sorry. What can I do?” I asked.“Nothing I can think of” he replied. “Nothing that’s not against the law”His words cut. I'dplaced it and my wallet (complete with that night's dancing money) andkeys in the front bib pocket of the overalls, since it could be zippedclosed. I'd been paranoid about them falling out of the other pockets.I pulled the phone out of the bib pocket. It was Ted, texting to askwhat had happened. I texted back that I was fine and had just gone homeearly.When I got home, however, and walked into my living room, Ted waswaiting on my couch."Went home early, huh? I thought I recognized you. I've. "What did he tell you?" Vicky asked, already prepping herself to be irritated by how much Greg had revealed. "Well, I heard that you fucked Greg and his room mate at the same time, you slut. You gonna give me details or what?" asked Laura, beaming with energy. "First of all, there was a third guy" Vicky said, "and no, I'm not going to give you details". Vicky was surprised that she would even ask for details. Laura had never talked to her about sex before, at least not like this, and she seemed. It was Shelly, but she had changed dramatically. She opened the door for me, and I slid into the seat next to her. We drove off."I am going to say what I have to say before you speak," she said, much more forcefully than I ever remember her speaking."My name is not Shelly. My name is Denice Vanderhoff. My parents are both dead," she took a sudden turn, pressing me into the door, "but they control me still using a trust fund and an asshole of a estate administrator. I was not supposed to date or.