She looked at me closely as we hugged and commented, “You’re looking — cosmopolitan — dear.”
Warned by her tone of voice, I gave myself a quick once-over. Amateur porn I looked to Michael, my other roommate, for support, but he was staring at Daddy and it took forever to get his attention. “Linnea Grace,” Daddy’s voice boomed in well-remembered tones of infinite disapproval, “what are you doing?”
“Oh fuck!” Michael shouted, and then he unloaded what felt like a gallon of scalding semen into my clutching ass. Then I just couldn’t wait any longer and moved over to Stacey and gave her a big honey-I’m-home kiss. My mind’s eye imagined Stacey talking to my parents — ordering them to subvert their resistance into physical self-gratification. I’d come to realize that while Jenny and I were sharers, my roommates — although I loved them both dearly — were more self-centered. “Do you think that’s smart, with your parents here?”
“Who cares?” I asked, mostly meaning it.
