Yes. I had to be honest. I had. Not emotionally, not constructively but my revenge is the only thing that let me get through the past three months without slitting my wrists. I needed this revenge; needed it like I needed air to breathe. I needed for Amber to fully realize all that she'd stolen from me. I needed her to share at least in some small part the pain I'd felt. I couldn't live with anything less.But I was on empty. There was literally nothing left. I had no more of myself to give. I had to let go of something. I couldn't let go of my revenge ... not yet, not now ... but if I continued ... if I kept going ... I was going to end up a shell, filled with nothing but anger and hate.This was it, then. This was the end. I went through my list of contingency plans and all of my thoughts of further revenge and locked them in a small box in my mind. I could leave this as it was; I had to leave this as it was – if not, my anger would take over and I'd be lost. I could live with what

"I'm sorry," I said softly. There was such pain in her voice, such sorrow, that I felt any words I used would be inadequate to comfort her.She nodded in acknowledgement. "Moving here was great for dad but not so great for mom," Jeanie said wistfully. "Dad fit right in, but Mom had a really tough time adjusting. They started arguing, yelling at each other. Everything got so tense ... and I couldn't help but think about what had happened to Audrey; what had happened to her parents and then to her. I wondered if history were repeating itself somehow. If whatever had happened in that house had somehow spread here. I wasn't sure I could take my parents getting a divorce.""Dad moved out to the bunkhouse for a bit," there were new tears in her eyes now. "I ... I started getting depressed. I wasn't sleeping because I was having such horrible nightmares. I would cry myself to sleep at night, wake up from a nightmare and cry some more. I hated being in this house, hated being in this town, I

. I drank her in, I drank it all. I went mad with the taste of Rachel's divine nectar and I used my tongue as a weapon of pleasure, flicking at the soft nub of her clit and plunging it within her pussy to get up as much of her juices as I could. I did it, though, I managed to get Rachel to cum first ... and her cum set off Olivia riding her face.""Mom and Dad eventually made up," Jeanie continued her story. "We didn't stop, though. We were lying in bed one night, reveling in the afterglow ... I'd ridden Olivia's face to two orgasms and Rachel had done the same. Rachel had also sixty-nined with Olivia, so Olivia got hers as well. We promised each other that we would never be apart. We promised that we would be together forever.""Rachel brought up other boys, though," Jeanie said softly. "She said that she loved what we had, loved what we did to each other, and wanted it to continue for all time ... but that she also loved how a boy felt, how a boy filled her up. She explained it to u

We sat there for a while. Five minutes. Ten. I wasn't sure. We sat quietly and I wondered what was going through her mind. Finally, she turned to me."I'd like that, then," she said finally, smiling at me. "The date. I'd like ... do you ... do you think we could go out Wednesday? I want to spend time catching up with my family tonight ... I'm sure they'll drag you into some kind of game night, it's what we do when we're all together, play silly little board games. Tomorrow and Wednesday, I'll be helping my mom bake cookies and bread and pies and cakes and who knows what else for the feast on Thursday ... so I'll be ready for a reprieve Wednesday night ... and we should be pretty done with the baking and stuff then. So ... would Wednesday be okay?""Yeah," I said, smiling at her. I pulled her into a one armed hug. "Wednesday sounds great.""Easy mister," she said, laughing wryly as she pulled away. "Just because we're going on a date doesn't mean you get to be fresh with me." She smile

Finally, what had started in shocked dismay and gradually changed to disbelief and then rage would at long last be revenged. I tried to force my mind to keep that same distance as when I always ran, to let it float outside of me and think what it wished, but the expectation of what was to come kept intruding and ultimately was too much.The anticipation was like a bubble inside of me trying to rise out. Even as my feet ate up chunks of packed dirt, I was eager to get this behind me. I was eager for the day to commence, to finally see what I had worked for these past few months. I wanted nothing more than to jump into the air and fling myself forward in time to the point where I could finally feel the satisfaction of knowing my plot had worked.I knew I had to wait ... but waiting was killing me. I knew that it was going to be hours before I'd know anything, hours before Amber and her family discovered the things I'd done. I almost laughed at the thought; they'd gone to bed the night b