" I saw tears starting to threaten in his eyes, and I put my hands comfortingly on his shoulders. "Hey, hey," I said in a soothing voice. My own mind ...as in a whirl, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. "It's okay. You... you say that's something you always wanted?" Yes," he said miserably. "I've always had a huge crush on you. It's really how I knew... how I knew I was gay." He smiled through his tears. "Sorry. I can go now. I just thought, well, I'd hate myself if I didn't at least. When I called abby to ask if I should call him she got kind of catty with me. That morning confessing I fucked him pretty much pissed her off. I forgot she chased him and got turned down. It made sense why she hit the bottle so hard when I rushed in and announced he fucked me. On the phone she said ‘halina I guess you’ve got something I don’t or he finally decided to fuck girls who he couldn’t date. If I was you I would get him while you can.’The way she said it was almost like a taunt that she. For her part, Susan did indeed see Angel's knickers and even noticed wisps off pubic hair. She felt strange that the site of Angel's underwear and hints of what lay beneath seemed to have an effect on her. She told herself to stop looking. How could she enjoy looking in such a way at a fifteen-year-old girl? Yet as she told herself not to look, she actually dropped back one stair in order to get a better view.They both entered the attic room and Angel made for the chair, knowing that Susan. Looking back on it, I realized that making the kitchen my domain wasn't all my idea. It was something I was eased into until I decided it was my idea. Manipulated into is probably a better description. I don't think there was anything sinister about it, but now I could see the barely adequate meals Daddy made, hear the talk of how good my mother had been in the kitchen and how he missed that, feel the way he'd kindled my desire to take care of him. I wasn't forced by any means. I wanted to pay.
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