When I looked down, I saw that she was correct. I wasn't really paying attention, but it seemed like the rain was getting through my shirt. After I fell in the foyer, Sharon ordered me wait there while she went to the bathroom to get a towel. I had to do it because I was dripping wet. She questioned him by inquiring, "You want a shower or anything?" "Would you like to come with me?" I responded with a question mark above each eyebrow. My mouth kind of fell open when I made the remark, and I didn't even bother to discuss the topic with myself first. She questioned whether or not it was required of her that she behave like a young man. I reminded her, "I am an adolescent boy," she responded. After drying my hair with the towel, she pushed me up the stairs to her room so that she could get some privacy. I just kind of stood in the middle of the room and glanced around, noticing the little changes that had occurred since the last time I had been here. Sharon carried a handful of clothes i

I showed her into my room and did my best to maintain a steady gait while she perused the many items I had arranged there. She started by running her fingers over the edges of the CDs, then delicately removed one of them, and then returned it to its original position while I let out a breath of relief.She gave me a crooked smile and reassured me, "I won't mess anything up," as she spoke.I made an effort to laugh."Sorry," I said. "I just…There has never been anyone else in this room before.""No one?""Not outside of my family, no."She looked at me in a peculiar manner before returning her attention to her surveillance.She remarked, "You have a lot of trophies," which was a compliment. My name was traced with the tip of her finger on an MVP award I received during my freshman year. She continued to stare in all directions for a further minute before finally sitting down on the ledge of my couch. "Okay, but where exactly is the computer?"I reached into the closet and took the lapt

Even for Ron Jones, there was nothing really fascinating that transpired. Simply the fact that he was a member of the council and had two daughters, both of whom were adults. I did not know my way around town other than how to get to the shopping mall, but at least I was able to obtain an address. As I previously stated, the citizens of the town did not have a favorable opinion of the Phanuel's, which is why I avoided the town as much as possible. My father was of the opinion that I should not become involved in political matters and should instead let him handle all interactions with political figures. However, it was the extent of his involvement with me in soccer-related activities. There were occasions when he would bring me along to rub the soccer stuff in their faces. When I had gone out with him a few times, it was abundantly clear that we were not welcome at the social events we had attended.Obviously, it could have been because I had raped one of the alderman's daughters in

"I know," Sharon murmured, "but she still believes she loves him." I have no doubt that she adores the child, but given that Murphy and I are the only two individuals who are aware of his existence, their options for assistance are somewhat limited. When she needs to work, I take care of the children since Ron has so many obligations with the council that he can't miss. It's not like he could bring Timmy with him to a conference or anything like that.I was curious, so I asked, "So why the disappearing act?""Sophie works at the diner," she informed me. "Occasionally, when the loggers come through or a bus stops or something of the sort, they get slammed, and they call her in. She is unable to let them know that she won't be able to make it because of the baby because then everyone would know. "So Ruth has come to the rescue.""Or something along those lines." Sharon smiled in her dry way at me.My worries began to go away as I leaned back on the couch. I was relieved it wasn't what

I wasn't sure whether it actually improved who I was as a person, and I'm pretty sure it didn't, but if I was talking to a female, I made sure to be very honest about my goals. I never said anything to the effect of "I'll be your boyfriend" or "Gimme a little, and I'll take you to the dance" or anything else along those lines. I explained my objectives to them, and they either had an interest in pursuing them or they did not. The majority of them were only using me to claim that they had already fucked me in any case, and that I was only using them to get off. I wasn't exactly the model of chastity when it came to the ladies, but at least I was honest with them. Sharon's ex-boyfriend had cheated on her, lied to her, and used her in a very different way than she had been used to in the past.And it was obvious.I'd been with timid girls and reluctant girls, particularly virgins who weren't sure what to anticipate, but Sharon was the only one who acted the way she did. Sometimes she wou