About ten minutes later, I heard her muffled alarm from the next room and I braced for what was next. I closed my eyes and leaned back, pretending to ...be oblivious to everything as she entered the room and turned on the light. “Oh my god, Marie!” I quietly screamed in pretend surprised.“Why does this not surprise me?” she said almost nonchalantly.“What do you mean? Shut the door!”This was not what I was expecting. I was so confused as she shut the door behind her, rather than stepping outside. It was an orgy. But other memories began pushing themselves back into her mind. Like how she woke up after the first time to a warm wash cloth being softly but thoroughly wiped between her legs. She whimpered at the intimate action, but he kissed her warmly on the lips, shushed her, and told her to just let him do it. She did. She watched as he finished and unbothered, threw the cloth to the side of the bed. She saw the red stains on it and gasped but forgot all about it when he drew her legs. He was lost in thought as he trudged along and didn't notice the car pulling up inside him. He didn't see the three older teenagers get out, until one of them was blocking his path."Are you the faggot that's been messing around with my girlfriend?" Excuse me?" You heard me, faggot. I'm Scott Patterson. Sophia is mine, and I'm telling you to stay away from her." You don't tell me what to do." I'm telling you now. I don't want you as much as looking at my girlfriend." Sophia is my friend. If she. Mom and dad were in bed and so Kayla turned off the TV andsaid, "Okay sis. Talk!" I told her what happened and we laughed andgiggled and she asked if he was a good kisser and did we French kiss? Iblushed and she laughed. Then she got serious for a second and wanted toknow if he'd "tried anything". I told her no but that I almost had. Wegiggled about that for a while and then it was time to go to bed.It was a normal weekend. It was almost October and the leaves werestarting to turn. Dad was.