clothes?
It was official. She was a slut. Lily put a hand to her
forehead. She certainly behaved like one yesterday with Sam. The memory of
his hands on her body made her stomach flutter and her body flush with heat.
She begged him... begged him to do those things to her. She could still
feel his hands on her body, his fingers inside her body. She never had an
orgasm like that. With John they had-
Instantly she was filled with shame. How could she compare
Sam to John? John was wonderful and sweet and would still be alive today if
she hadn't been so selfish and impulsive. Just like yesterday, she begged Sam
to do things to her because she wanted it and couldn't put her needs aside.
Not again. Lily deliberately made herself think of the last time she spoke to
John.
After taking the home pregnancy test, Lily was terrified.
Pregnant. What was she going to do? How could she have been so careless? How
would she tell her dad? She was only seventeen. John was leaving for college
in Texas in a few weeks. She ran to her room to get her cell phone wanting to
talk to John right away. With shaky fingers, she pulled up his number from her
call log. It rang twice then his happy voice came on the line.
“Hey you,” he greeted, “I only have a couple minutes, I'm
almost to work.”
“Oh God, John...I'm pregnant!” Lily cried, unable to
control her worry or panic.
The response she heard was Johns terrified yell and a
horrible crashing and the crunch of metal before the line went dead.
Not one time since that day did she act impulsively. She
didn't deserve to be selfish. She needed to focus. Lily got out of bed and
dug around for some clothes. Time to get back on track. She didn't have any
cake orders that morning so after she got Johnathan off to school, she was
going to Falls and look for a job. Getting another job would go a long way to
saving the house. The thought of having to leave the house made her sick. She
was determined to get them out of this slump. They've come so far. She
couldn't give up yet.
Sam was in his kitchen early making coffee. He wasn't able
to sleep much. Thoughts of Lily kept him awake. He decided to go see her
tonight after work. He didn't want her to have too much time to think about
what happened between them and think it wasn’t what she wanted. Sam wanted to
show her how good things could be for them.
“Good morning sunshine,” Dean said, grabbing a cup from the
cabinet.
Sam grunted a response.
“You say the sweetest things to me, big brother. I must get
all my charm from you,” Dean placed a hand on his naked chest, “but I still
have so much more to learn.” He added in all seriousness.
Dean had all the charm, period. He was just like his dad,
Alan. Sam remembered meeting Alan. It was a few years after Sam's own dad
left him and his mom. He was 13 years old at the time. He and his mom lived
in a small house in Cincinnati. His mom’s car broke down when they were
heading home from the store. They couldn't afford a tow so they pushed the car
almost a mile to the closest garage. Turned out it only worked on diesel
engines. He remembered standing in the dirty office with his mom. The old
women behind the cluttered desk told them they had to get the car moved because
they didn't work on gas engines and it was taking up space. Sam felt so
helpless watching his beautiful mother's shoulders slump in defeat. He put his
arm around her shoulders and let her out of the office.
“Come on, Mom,” he looked down into her tear-filled eyes. He
was already several inches taller than her. “I’ll push, you steer.”
She offered a shaky smile. “Well, we’re getting a workout and we get to spend quality time together.”
She always tried to look at the bright side of things, even
when his dad started spending more and more time away from home. One day, he
just never came back.
Just as they reached
It was official. She was a slut. Lily put a hand to her
forehead. She certainly behaved like one yesterday with Sam. The memory of
his hands on her body made her stomach flutter and her body flush with heat.
She begged him... begged him to do those things to her. She could still
feel his hands on her body, his fingers inside her body. She never had an
orgasm like that. With John they had-
Instantly she was filled with shame. How could she compare
Sam to John? John was wonderful and sweet and would still be alive today if
she hadn't been so selfish and impulsive. Just like yesterday, she begged Sam
to do things to her because she wanted it and couldn't put her needs aside.
Not again. Lily deliberately made herself think of the last time she spoke to
John.
After taking the home pregnancy test, Lily was terrified.
Pregnant. What was she going to do? How could she have been so careless? How
would she tell her dad? She was only seventeen. John was leaving for college
in Texas in a few weeks. She ran to her room to get her cell phone wanting to
talk to John right away. With shaky fingers, she pulled up his number from her
call log. It rang twice then his happy voice came on the line.
“Hey you,” he greeted, “I only have a couple minutes, I'm
almost to work.”
“Oh God, John...I'm pregnant!” Lily cried, unable to
control her worry or panic.
The response she heard was Johns terrified yell and a
horrible crashing and the crunch of metal before the line went dead.
Not one time since that day did she act impulsively. She
didn't deserve to be selfish. She needed to focus. Lily got out of bed and
dug around for some clothes. Time to get back on track. She didn't have any
cake orders that morning so after she got Johnathan off to school, she was
going to Falls and look for a job. Getting another job would go a long way to
saving the house. The thought of having to leave the house made her sick. She
was determined to get them out of this slump. They've come so far. She
couldn't give up yet.
Sam was in his kitchen early making coffee. He wasn't able
to sleep much. Thoughts of Lily kept him awake. He decided to go see her
tonight after work. He didn't want her to have too much time to think about
what happened between them and think it wasn’t what she wanted. Sam wanted to
show her how good things could be for them.
“Good morning sunshine,” Dean said, grabbing a cup from the
cabinet.
Sam grunted a response.
“You say the sweetest things to me, big brother. I must get
all my charm from you,” Dean placed a hand on his naked chest, “but I still
have so much more to learn.” He added in all seriousness.
Dean had all the charm, period. He was just like his dad,
Alan. Sam remembered meeting Alan. It was a few years after Sam's own dad
left him and his mom. He was 13 years old at the time. He and his mom lived
in a small house in Cincinnati. His mom’s car broke down when they were
heading home from the store. They couldn't afford a tow so they pushed the car
almost a mile to the closest garage. Turned out it only worked on diesel
engines. He remembered standing in the dirty office with his mom. The old
women behind the cluttered desk told them they had to get the car moved because
they didn't work on gas engines and it was taking up space. Sam felt so
helpless watching his beautiful mother's shoulders slump in defeat. He put his
arm around her shoulders and let her out of the office.
“Come on, Mom,” he looked down into her tear-filled eyes. He
was already several inches taller than her. “I’ll push, you steer.”
She offered a shaky smile. “Well, we’re getting a workout and we get to spend quality time together.”
She always tried to look at the bright side of things, even
when his dad started spending more and more time away from home. One day, he
just never came back.
Just as they reached
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