I couldn’t let my mom and her dad know, because I might split them up accidentally.“I’m such a fucking idiot!!! Why the fuck did I say all of th...at?” I kept muttering to myself.After trying to find ways to vent my anger without leaving my house, I end up getting a phone call. “What?” I say, angrily.“Is that how you’re supposed to talk to the person you fucked a couple of weeks ago? Especially with no birth control.”“Oh. Hey Amanda. Sorry about that angry greeting. I’m just pissed.”“Something. Life had lost all of its meaning for me, so I just lived inside myself, silently watching my days pass by, one by one, through unseeing eyes. The only time I really felt alive was when I was playing the piano. It had been my passion before the accident, and afterwards I had learned how to play from feel rather than sight, which wasn’t as big of a leap as it might seem. I wasn’t the pianist I used to be, but it still was my comfort zone where, even though I couldn’t see the keys, I still felt. She bit off a third of a piece of purple bubble gum and walked over to the bed. Deana and Gloria were on their sides, facing away from her. The girl needs a bed as big as Evan's, Rebecca thought, if they were ever going to sleep three in it again. She lifted the covers. Mm, mm, that butt. Deana's naked ass made her want to take a bite out of it. She got in bed behind Deana. They all had to sleep on their sides, in a three-way spoon.The years of fantasizing about Candy hadn't been Rebecca's. Yeah... Mrs. Hamilton's car was here, so she was around someplace. He then thought that perhaps she hadn't heard his knocking, since the front door was at the opposite side of the house from the garage and kitchen, so he stepped over to the side door and knocked on it. The door, which hadn't been firmly closed when Lisa had gone in, unlatched and swung open slightly from the pressure of his hand."Mrs. Hamilton... ?" Scott called out timidly."Ohhhhh," he heard in a drunken slur from inside the.