”She lay in my arms, and I realized she was crying. Oh, shit. I pulled her up, and looked in her eyes. I wanted her to see my eyes. I know that’s ...unfair and manipulative, but this thing happens to me that really endears me to women. I’m weird, I can’t see a woman cry, especially one in my arms, without crying a little myself. I don’t know why, but I have a reaction that way. I felt the tears in the corner of my eye, and I could see her eyes widen as she noticed.“Baby,” I said, “I’m sorry. Don’t. I won't do it; when we make love it will be because we want to, not to try and get even. If we did it tonight, we'd both hate ourselves."I started to cry and said, "Why not, it's not like they care what we do." You know damn well that's not true. Mom and Dad didn't say that." It's what it sounded like to me. They said they weren't going to ask about what we do, that means they don't care." I think it means they trust us, Jen. I think they feel we won't do anything we shouldn't do so it isn't. He released my wrists from his tight grip as his weight now had me locked into a fixed position, and quickly he reached to my top. He unbuttoned the top of my coat and his fingers roamed across my breast. His fingers were ice cold against my warm skin as he pulled and manipulated my breasts, pinching my nipples harder than I would to myself and causing me to gasp out loud from the pleasure and pain sensation. He then slid two of his fingers deep into my throat and made me gag on his. ” Neither of us said anything. “What are you guys doing?”“Nothing.” We both said almost simultaneously. It was silent and still for a moment. Then Renee leaned over and rested her head on my shoulder as we all stared at the TV. I looked at the top of her head and smiled. I then lifted my arm and put it around her and she nestled her head against my chest. I looked over to Amanda and she rolled her eyes, but was still smiling. I then raised my right arm and wrapped it around her. Now they were.