"I looked at her. "You too?"She smiled, nodded. "Your brother is hung better."I began to cry. Melissa came over to me and pulled me off the chair; I f...ell into her arms, sobbing. Her hands stroked my back, calming me with their touch and with the soft whisper of her voice. "It's OK, Ginny. It happens to all of us."I pulled my head back to look into Melissa's face. All I saw was caring, concern, softness; not a hint of anger at my attack nor any defiance on her part."Why do you want to hurt your. I was not about to ruin this yet. I still had plans for little miss Wynter Smythe. There were other holes to conquer. We finally went downstairs and, as the evening was late, she went back to her sorority with some of her sisters.So we finished up final week and I called Wynter the night before we were all going home for the summer, or, in my case graduating. She was free. And she sounded horny as hell on the phone. Great. I picked her up and we went out for some Chinese buffet. That seemed. As soon as she left, I asked my mom if I could get a dress up set. Shelaughed and said they were only for girls. I ran to my room crying andfling myself on my bed. Soo my mom came in and tried to console me. Shetried again to explain why boys do not wear those clothes but it justmade me cry harder. Finally, my mom agreed to discuss it during our nextgirl time. I stopped crying and hugged her and said, "Promise?" Shenodded.About a week later, on a rainy Wednesday during the summer, he came. Alice sent over a bottle of wine we ordered appetizers, and another bottle of wine, we get along very well, slowly John works himself out of the conversation, to the point that when he excused himself to go to the bathroom, it’s hardly noticed. John goes to Alice and give her his credit card number and tells her I’m leaving to charge the bill to me and send them another bottle of wine. He text Betty and say have a very pleasant evening or weekend call when you are ready to be picked up. Betty.