NOW." Stephanie whispered, finally breaking the silence. I was more than happy to comply with that and carried her over to her bed, a full-size queen ...bed. How they managed to get it through the cellar door, down the concrete steps and into the basement, I will never know for sure. I had no idea either if she was still a virgin or not, but I guess I would find out soon enough. I could smell it in the air: she wanted me REALLY bad. I kicked off my shoes while I let her do her thing. “Hey now,. Our fathers looked at their wives. We all waited. Finally, my mother said, "I just wanted to see you. I had just wanted to help you experience more life." You've seen me. You didn't help. Rape is a life experience that isn't positive. I really don't know of any reason for me to ever see or talk to you again. Do you have any questions about that?"She began crying softly.My father started to say something but wisely decided to keep his peace.Amy's mother was next. She tried cooing at Amy.. We had just bought a three story brick house with dark blue shutters. Next to the crystal clear pond in our back yard was a small guest house with two bedrooms and a kitchen. By the end of the summer, I ended up spending more nights in the guest house than in my own bedroom, which was on the top floor of the house. I'd always felt trapped in that bedroom. I was living with my parents, but my father was almost never home and my mother kept herself busy with the book she was writing. I didn't. Marianne was smiling and moved towards him, but then pulled up short. ‘I didn’t get you into trouble or anything, did I?’ she asked, concerned. ‘No, of course not,’ Simon answered, once he’d got his mouth moving again. ‘I was just asked not to invite you to the station when I was on duty.’ He was thinking furiously, but it was his mouth doing the thinking. ‘I think, in practice, that means I’d better give you my shift pattern, then you can meet me here as I come off duty.’ Marianne punched him.