Jenny's integrity comes first

Late night. The neighborhood is entirely silent, the lampposts illuminate a deserted sidewalk, except for a cat roaming around a trash bin that someone has brought out for garbage collection.

A lonely car stops near a house. Inside of it, there is you on the shotgun and your mother in the driving seat; only that it's not really your mother.

-You ready, honey?- She singsongs.

-I am, sis.- You emphasize the last word, stressing out that you're still bothered by your sister's behavior and don't want to play. Plus, it would be a bad idea anyway, since the moment.

Your apparent mother rolls her eyes, then puts her hands in a cup in front of your mouth.

"Let's do this." You focus as she instructed you to do, and soon your vision falters and you feel viscid walls around you. From the outside, someone could see a bulge traveling up your throat and then your **** body vomiting a pad of reddish goo which lands on your mom's palms. Of course, if there were someone that could see, and it would have been a problem.

Having a 360° vision is still tricky, but you can visualize your 'mother''s smirking visage looming over you. For a moment, you fear that Tina has set up some sort of trap and that now you're at her mercy. Instead, as programmed she opens the car door and walks into the house's courtyard, stopping right in front of the building. She looks up, at the first floor, where you suspect the bedrooms are.

"Ok, next she has to... wait, what is she...???" She's bringing you close to her mouth, and you really don't like how her grin is turning. Then, she... kisses you, or something tantamount, as it's more like she's sucking an ice cream but (thankfully) without the 'suck in' part, just by slightly inserting your goo in between her lips and using them to, uh, knead you. Then, pushing beyond every limit of depravity, she takes out her borrowed tongue, moving it like a slippery mollusk inside you.

"This is not... ohhh, this sensation is... we will get caught if... awww..." A thrill reverberates on the entirety of your small, jellyish body; something you can hardly describe, almost as if you're being tickled and massaged at the same time. Finally, she ends your '****' and takes a few steps back. The next thing you know is that you're thrown into the sky, and you'd scream if you just had a mouth, then you end up flattened against the glass of a window, like a smear of jam. Some sort of basic instinct kicks in, and you slowly crawl down until you reach the base; here, you slip under the pane gap, finishing in a dark room. There is a sole bed and someone sleeping peacefully on it; could it be... yes, it's her!

You proceed stealthily, again it comes as natural as walking (when you still had two legs), and soon you're on her pillow, next to her head.

"She's so pretty." You think to yourself.

"She doesn't suspect anything. I...".

You move cautiously toward her ear, then inside of it, then you feel like you're melting and the next second you have opened wide your eyes, and you sit down on the bed with a loud gasp. You have a body again; only that it's not yours.

-Oh God. Oh my! My voice!- You cover your mouth with your hands, then take a look at them; it's all feminine and dainty, and this hair too! Red, and long, and... and then these... tits...

"They are... real... soft... ahh...".

You stop.

Slowly, you open your hands and retract them from your chest.

"No. I must be better than with Kim. I have to, to respect her body. This time it will be different.".

You therefore lay down again, staring at the ceiling with your stolen eyes that have by now adjusted to the darkness. You're going to behave exactly like the real Jenny would, so while she's sleeping you'll start digging into her memories, as Tina taught you. It will take an entire day probably, but it's ok, since the risk is that by absorbing her personality all at once you'll grow dependent on her identity, and it will be extremely hard to detach from her body later. At least, this is what she suspected, and you shiver at the idea of such a scenario.

No, this won't happen. You close your eyes and drive back to a resting sleep.

"I promise, Jenny, I won't do anything bad. I... promise...".

---

You reopen your eyes. You were clenching your fists so tightly that your nails were scratching your palms, thus you relax them.

You made a promise to Jennifer. Of course, this doesn't put in any moral high ground, nor it deletes the fact that you're basically abusing her life for two days; but, even though you wouldn't want to put it in these terms, you don't want to act like your sister is proving to do with her hosts. You want to be better, especially with an old friend like Jenny; and even if you know that the chastity you're imposing on yourself will crumble at a certain point, as sooner or later you will find yourself in a situation where you won't be able to hold back your hands again, this simply can't be it.

You easily imagine her, waking up from a strange dream and seeing her nudes published God-knows-where, without any memory of when she made them or why they're spreading around. No, no, you shouldn't have had any doubt in the first instance. You quickly redress and exit the stall, and you don't need any words to make clear to the troupe what your intentions are. You feel sorry for Jennifer's job - really - but you swear you will make it up to her, with your powers you'll arrange something; in the meantime, you start her car and drive off, heading straight home. You just want to bury your face in the pillow.

You're halfway there when you feel that Jenny's emotions are becoming overwhelming, her heart is exploding into her chest and your vision is blurred by tears. You stop at a parking spot on the side of the road, and you let out all your frustration and humiliation in a scream at the top of your lungs. You feel stupid, so, so fucking stupid, and pathetic overall, as you're crying in your car for something that has not even happened.

KNOCK KNOCK

You jolt. Someone is knocking on the front seat window; it's a Hispanic girl with glasses and a worried expression on her face, who is looking at you.

In a flash, Jennifer's mind provides you with her identity. Her name is Ana, Ana Ruiz, a girl you've befriended in the last year, as she recently moved from outside the country. You don't know what were the chance to meet her in a situation like this, but here she is.

-Jennfer? Everythang good?- She's asking with her foreign lilt through the glass. You wipe out your eyes and nod, embarrassment surging for having been caught like this by someone that 'you' know.

-Can you let me in?-.

You pause. Jennifer's instinct was to talk about it only with Sarah, but now that Ana has mentioned it, you feel like you're gonna burst. You unlock the car door and she enters; immediately, she tenderly takes your hand with hers in an emphatic gesture.

-Mi amiga, what happened?-.

Between sobs and sniffles, you tell her everything. She listens to you carefully, letting you fully vent.

-Oh Jen, I'm so sorry! It's awful that they lied to you like that!-.

-It's not just this.- You lower your face, hunching your shoulders: -I've told you about my friend Katie, right?-.

She thinks about it for a second, then remembers. Katie is the girl that became Jenny's best friend a few years after you lost track of each other; sadly, however, she moved away about two years ago, and Jenny truly misses her.

-We started cosplaying together when we were 14.- You confess: -It was her idea actually, but we really enjoyed it. And then, then I started thinking that dressing up for a camera could have become my job, in some way; but now I feel like... like I betrayed her, like I ruined everything.-.

You don't know if it makes any sense, perhaps Jennifer's emotions are too much confused even for you; but Ana's hand on your shoulder brings a soothing warmth, easing your inner turmoil.

-I can't say I understand what yourre passing by.- She says: -But I think the choice you've made does you credit, and I'm sure Katie would say the same if she were here.-.

You look at her, she's timidly smiling, and clearly she believes her own words. You feel a bit reassured now and also a little less guilty for having taken this decision for Jenny. Maybe it wasn't your shot to take, but at least you made the correct choice for her.

-Thank you, Ana.- You hug her, then you realize it's been quite a few minutes since you let her in, and she was presumably out for a reason.

-Oh no, I hope I didn't take up too much of your time! I'm sorry for bothering you with my problems, you've got your own stuff to do.-.

She seems surprised by your apologies, as if she has forgotten that she was walking on the sidewalk up a few ago.

-No no, I wasn't doing anythang special. Ehm, really.- However, you distinguish some nervousness in her tone, like something is worrying her. Probably, you think, she's just trying to reassure you.

-Alright. Uh, but let me bring you home at least.- You offer as a way to thank her. She hesitates for a second, then agrees. As you drive, you sneak a few glances at her when she gives you directions. Whatever you might have made her forget, it seems she would rather keep forgetting it. But if she doesn't want to talk about it even after you've opened up to her, you have to respect her privacy.

-You can drop me off here.- She announces at a certain point. You look at the building you're now pulling up near. It's a social house, like all the others in the rest of this neighborhood. You're taken aback, as Jenny had no idea that Ana lived in a place like this. But then, you realize that the first time 'you' met her was in a cheap cafe; then in a public park; then at the fast food she was working in; never in jewelry or any expensive place; nor she has ever mentioned her accommodation, neither 'you' had doubted for a second that she had a similar standard of living as yours. Why, though? Because she 'looked normal'?

Your cheeks blush in mortification; not because Jennifer thinks that it's something Ana should be ashamed of, not at all, but because you're afraid that you just made Jenny appear like a spoiled girl crying about imaginary problems, while she, instead, deals with much more concrete issues on a daily basis; and maybe that's why Ana was so agitated, maybe she was embarrassed to be brought here by you.

-Thanks for the lift.- She says, opening the car door: -And don't worry Jen, it'll be fine.-.

-Ah, ehm, yeah, thank you again for... having listened. See you soon.- You don't know what to say, she doesn't seem agitated, but maybe it's even worse. Then she dismounts and enters her place.

She must be thinking very poorly of you, you conclude. You made a fool of yourself, and even apologizing would have been classist pietism, in a way.

"...that is, I made Jennifer look like this. Fuck, I'm a total disaster." You bang your head on the steering wheel, wishing that the ground would open up to swallow you whole.

---

-Jen!-.

As soon as the door opens, you instantly feel lighter upon seeing the smiling figure of the blonde-haired girl who has stolen your heart. Just hearing her voice calling 'your' name is such a relief that, for a moment, you forget about all your worries. Endorphins are pumping wild in your system; after all, this is why you decided to come here.

-Sarah!- You greet each other with friendly kisses, and next you linger in a long hug that, instead, betrays more than mere sisterhood between peers.

-Wanna go in?- She eventually asks. Yes, you really do, you answer. She gently takes you by hand and you both move toward her bedroom, expectation burning at each step you make. Once you're in, secured by prying eyes, you exchange a real, passionate kiss, savoring the mutual tastes as you hold each other's cheeks.

-You sure you're alone?- You whisper after having reluctantly stopped. She titters, the way she knows makes your legs melt.

-Of course! Remember that it's not for your parents that we have to meet like this...-.

You make a grimace. She's joking about it, but you know that Sarah truthfully suffers from knowing that she would never meet her parents' approval. Her dad is accustomed to making comments about what is natural and what is not, while her mother, according to your gf, is actually a lesbian herself, but has never been able to live her sexuality freely, and thus Sarah fears that she would not react well to the news that her daughter, on the other hand, is fully embracing her own.

You've been lucky instead: your father has been promptly supportive, Linda the same for what it matters, while with your mother and sister... well, the discussion never fell explicitly on the topic, but they're aware of your relationship and never made a fuss, so it's probably a good sign. Thereby, when you compare yourself with her, you cannot but feel guilty. Sarah's burden must be heavy, and you can lift only a part of it.

-Hey, you alright?- She snaps you out of your considerations.

-Yeah, it's just been... a rough morning.- You sigh. She grins in complicity and moves a lock of hair behind your ear.

-Well, I'm sure it cannot be this bad. After all, it's not finished yet, mh?- She pecks you with a swift motion, and it indeed makes you giggle; but then you fade into a wry smile, and you resume for the second time the disasters you've slipped into one after the other, adding the fresh last one.

-Oh, my poor Jen!- Now that you're both sat on her bed, she leans in to give you another smooch, this time on the cheek.

-I'm very proud of you too. And don't worry about Ana, she knows that you're good-hearted. You're just a bit goofy, from time to time.-.

-Hey!-.

-But that's also why I love you so much.- Another kiss, God she's such a tease.

-Come on, make a smile for me, 'kay?-.

You timidly comply, and she rejoices in a laugh: -Now I do recognize my Jen!-.

You look at her, and as it always happens, a wave of incredulity washes over you, making you wonder what you did to deserve such a perfect girlfriend. Tom finds Sarah cute, and for sure he would be attracted by her if he met her, for example, at a party. But with Jenny's eyes, damn, she's simply beautiful. You love her pointed chin, you love how she shows the upper arch of her teeth when she smiles, you love when she stretches her lips so that she flashes her cheekbones; and you love her bubbly personality that constantly makes her laugh, her positiveness, her patience that she manifests when she listens to you.

You met her in a club, one night a few months ago. Before then, you had never even suspected that you liked girls, but as you turned around to see who you had accidentally bumped into while dancing, well, boom, you were literally left speechless. You remember she chortled at your reaction, and you pretended that you were appreciating her dress, even if you still had to metabolize the fact that you were imagining her without that dress on, or any clothes whatsoever.

You chatted all evening, then you gave each other appointment two days later at the mall, and even if you thought about it for straightly two days once there you had no idea how to deal with her, so you just pretended she was a friend like another and you had shopping together. It worked, since you decided for a second meeting, this time to have a drink during the afternoon.

Gosh, you were so agitated! You were constantly thinking that something was off with your hair, with your face, or even with your feet, but when she put her hand over yours and smiled reassuringly, your heart skipped a bit, and you knew once and for all that you've fallen in love with another girl, and you asked her to become your girlfriend.

The moment later, you could hardly believe you said something like that. But she said yes, and you had never been that happy before. For her, you learned, this was nothing new, as she already had some girlfriends in the past, so she helped you a lot in adjusting to your new sexual identity. This is also why she understood straight away that you liked her, and also why she suspects her mother of being a closeted, or a latent: by now, she always declares, she can easily discern when a woman looks at another woman with attraction.

But you have to take a step back. This is not you, this is all Jenny's. Yet, it feels good to sit by their bonfire and to be warmed by their warmth. Maybe one day you will have your own, with your sisters and your mom...

-Jen.-.

You are brought back to reality by her voice once again. Sarah has gotten closer, and you shudder when she sensually caresses your arm.

-What do you say? Are you in the mood for...?-.

"Mood..." You repeat: "Mood for... oh, oh Jesus!" you gasp in shock, feeling hotter than you've ever been since you're inside this body. The womanhood that is resting between your legs is already dampening wet. She's so close, she wants you, and you, you want her.

"But I... I can't... it's Jenny's... I can't..." Your will is crumbling down and the voices of protest in your mind are growing weaker and weaker, but you inwardly remind yourself of the promise you made to Jennifer: that you wouldn't, you wouldn't, well, you just wouldn't... she's so gorgeous...

"At least it's... with her girlfriend... this is what... she would do..." You think as you abandon yourself to the desire that is craving in your body. The sight of Sarah taking off her top and her bra is simply too much.

-Ah... yes...- You reply. She grins with satisfaction, removing your shirt as well and thus leaving both of you standing there, facing each other while kneeling on the mattress, separated only by an electrifying tension that could almost spark.

Sarah's tits are nothing compared to your sisters', or to your mom's even less: they're simply two little mounds on her chest, with little, pointed nipples at their verge. But, right now, you feel attracted to them as much as you would to Kim's or Tina's. Jenny's memories inform you that she has a soft spot for them, meaning that Sarah is perfectly aware of that.

-C-Can I...- You stammer with a dry mouth. Sarah chuckles at your naiveness.

-Jen, you know that you can.-.

If it brings you any solace, you have a lingering remorse for the oath that you're breaking; but there's no turning back anymore, and your lips finally close around her nipple, gently pressing into the soft flesh surrounding it. Sarah is giggling again, but this time her breath is faltered by heathered moans.

-Yeah babe, giggle, oh you know how to use your tongue...-.

The little clot is brushing against your teeth, drawing curvaceous trajectories on your eager tongue. How a lump of skin so minute can be this yearned by you and cause such pleasurable sighs from her, it's something that you cannot comprehend. Your long hair is tingling the other one, and you know that she wants you to be a fair lover and give the teased sibling the same affection. Sarah delights you with a crystalline laugh when you satisfy her whims.

-Mmm... Jen, you're really good... are you sure you weren't a dyke before?- She mocks you; of course, she knows that everything you're doing Jennifer has learned from her. Plus, well, there's some truth in saying that girls know how to please themselves. Nonetheless, hearing her words excites you enormously, swelling your chest with pride; and, of course, not just with that: your own nipples are tingling so much that they almost hurt.

-Not to interrupt you, but... my pussy is really wet right now~...- Sarah takes the initiative and leans back, propping herself up on her elbows and spreading her legs wide. You're momentarily stunned, the taste of her breast still lingering in your mouth, and when she pulls up her skirt you notice with amazement that she's not wearing any panties.

Wow. She was really waiting for you. No. For her girlfriend, the one you're currently replacing. With your mouth agape, you lower yourself until you're staring at her smooth and glistening vagina. It looks so, so enticing, so perfect, and she's giving it to you. Yes, she thinks you're Jenny, but this time it's not your sister posing as someone else: this is the real Sarah, showing you her real pussy. And the best part is knowing that, in the middle of your legs, there is another one which is in that same aroused state. You can't help but grin like a complete idiot. It's all so forbidden, and also so delectable.

-Woah Jen, you should look at your face!- Sarah giggles as well: -It's like you've never seen it before!-.

-Sorry, it's just... I, I think it's very beautiful!- You come out honestly.

-Gee, thank you. But I hope you'll do something more than just observing, mh~?-.

You gulp. Are you really gonna do this? You shouldn't. But she's giving you permission. But she doesn't know. But she doesn't have to.

"...She wants it." You think as you bring your mouth closer and closer.

"And Jennifer... wants it too...".

-Aww~~~- A lewd howl escapes Sarah's lips, your mouth has made contact and you've started lapping her vaginal juices like some delicious ice cream.

You've already licked your mother's cunt, sure; but it's different. That time, Tina was eager, nearly furious for immediate pleasure, she was urging you to be quick and effective; now, instead, Sarah is eager for sure, yet she's not pressing you in any way, since she's simply guiding you with her moans, even if probably she'd like to lock her legs around your head and **** you to be rougher.

"It's because I'm her girlfriend." You guess: "She loves me.".

-Mmm, yeah Jen, keep going, keep going please~ ahh~~!!!- Sarah squeals in a nasty shrill.

-Could you just... could you just move a bit higher? My clit is... mgh!!!- She doesn't need to ask twice. Like minutes ago, you're now playing with a small lump with your tongue, only that this time the taste is much more salty, and her yellings much more acute.

The clitoris. A fingertip would be bigger, and yet sucking her fingertip wouldn't produce one-hundredth of the pleasure that is wrecking through her body. It's delicious; juicy; and tender. Your instinct kicks in again, and you slip one finger inside her crack, pressing it upward as she taught you to do to rub it also on the inside.

Immediately, her spasms accelerate and her yells turn into euphoric cries. She won't last any longer, she informs you, she feels too good. Finally, with one last moan, her body tenses up and a jet of sticky fluids soaks your index.

Sarah's pants turn into laughs as you retract it, trailing a slimy string that splatters onto your hand when it breaks.

-Fuck babe, it was like my first time!- She looks at you with emotion, and you see pridefulness in her eyes. This makes you blush intensely, not only for the compliment, but also for the naughtiness of being awarded in the place of her real girlfriend.

-Thanks.- You murmur, moving to get out of bed. Sarah, however, stops you.

-Hey, where are you running?- She exclaims genuinely confused.

-Uh...-.

-What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't reciprocate right now?-.

---

-Ahh~~~!!!-.

The glee that is rocking your entire body is almost unbearable. The skill with which she's exploring your private regions with her tongue, while you're towering right over her face, is not second to what Tina revealed when she was in Mom. Oh, why are you thinking about this right now? It only makes you more aroused!

"It took just her glare, how she, how she looked at me..." You think, remorse mingling indissolubly with ecstatic delight. The sacrality of Jennifer's form was definitely demolished before those devious eyes. Gone were the rest of your clothes, except for the bra whose cups however you pulled apart to free your burning tips, and for your fishnet which (you won't mind it, right luv?) she tore apart. The red bush that she revealed, the same one that you struggled not to give attention to for one day and a half, now is being served by Sarah's experienced mouth, which is completely outshining your previous performance.

-Ssssaraaaaah~~~!!!- You whine, not even knowing if you want her to stop or to go further, or if even there is a difference at this point. You just want her to know how good she's making you feel, how much you love her for this. How can she be so great? Is this even possible? Is this legal?

-P-P-Pause, pause!- You lift your hip, gasping to devour some air. You don't want to imagine the expression that must be distorting Jenny's visage right now, it would totally destroy the image you've left of her.

-Wanna switch again?- Your partner proposes. You shake your head.

-B-But I want to, t-to do it too.-.

She smirks in expectancy while you turn around and cautiously lay down on her in a 69 position. You both resume, and now that you can't see but only perceive her work, if possible it's even more enthralling. You imagine the pussy that you're licking being yours same that is being licked, as if the one under you were another Jenny, the real Jenny, and you were doing this with her, and her with you.

"J-Jennifer, forgive me! Forgive me if I'm doing this! Forgive me if... if I don't want to leave you! If I want to stay inside of you forever! This is so good, so fucking awesome!!!".

A feminine cry gushes out of your lips, you raise your head in the air as the orgasm eventually bursts between your legs.

Sarah mutters something, but is muffled by your ass still being pressed onto her face.

Sarah.

Maybe it's just Jennifer's feelings, and maybe you will regret having these thoughts later, but you feel that you're in love with her. The way you are, or you were, with your sisters, you don't know anymore. You just know that you want to spend the rest of your life with her.

-Uff! Thanks, I couldn't breathe!- She says while you're crawling around once again, moving behind her head. You sit on your knees, cupping her temples with your hands, and you look down at her. You giggle, and she giggles, like she always does.

She can be yours.

Forever.

-Well?- She asks.

-I love you.-.

-Oh! Duh, I love you too!-.

You laugh, then you kiss, then you turn around and you kiss again, your naked breasts pressed together, your groins grinding against each other.

-You weren't this enthusiast since our first time.- She whispers once you've ended the buss. She cannot imagine the real meaning of her words.

-Did you like it?-.

-Yup.-.

You suck on each other's lips for a bit more. The warmth of your breaths mingling invigorates you, urging you towards one conclusive effusion.

-Let's finish this like our first time then.-.

You remember their first time. Jennifer will never forget it: it was on this same bed, she was at the bottom, and Sarah, on top, had her legs intertwined with hers, and they rubbed your fannies together until they climaxed at the same moment.

This time, however, Jennifer isn't here. You will take the lead.

You fiercely grab her ankle, spreading the leg in the air, and you sit your pelvis over her, starting scissoring with vehemence. She took her own ankle as well, perhaps to help you, perhaps to handle the shocking sensation that is making her hiss through clenched teeth.

-Yeah, yeah, just like this, just like...!-.

-Sarah, Sarah, I'm about to...!-.

-THIIIIIIIIISSSSS!!!-.

-CUUUUUMMM!!!-.

You scream, she screams, and everything goes white.

---

-Urgh...-.

You reopen your eyes. You feel sored and spent out, like you just run the 10k.

What have you done yesterday with Jeremy? Another night playing videogames? And what a strange dream you... had?!

-Wackey wackey sleepyhead!-.

You jump up on your knees. That wasn't a dream!

-Hey, do I look so bad after sex?- Sarah jokes at your reaction. You're both still on her bed, probably you passed out for a minute. It was all real, oh my Lord!

-Anyway, I think I'll take a shower.- She stands up with a groan and then pauses to sniff the air for a few seconds.

-Eugh! Also, better to air it out a bit.- She moves to the window, while you try to compose yourself. You-You just had sex with a girl as a girl! Jennifer, you, you have... oh shit, were you serious? About taking her life, were you really going to do that?

"Wait...".

You frown. In your feverish tumult, you're realizing that you didn't hear the window open, nor you've felt a gust of air refreshing your back. You turn around and you see Sarah standing in front of the glass. Her transparent reflection is scattered with alarm.

-Shit, are your parents...?- You hurry next to her, but the car that is parked on the other side of the street it's not theirs. You know it because Jennifer's mind recognizes immediately that vehicle.

-I'm calling the police.- Sarah snaps out of her trance and moves to the door, but this makes you react as well, and you stop her in agitation.

-Wait, don't! What if your father finds out?-.

She halts in her track, and a deep uncertainty crosses her face, but then it turns into strong resolution.

-So let be it, I don't care. I'm not letting some stalker harass my girlfriend any further.-.

-Please, please don't do it.- You let Jennifer take the reins for this, and your lilt decades in a plead: -Dave is not a stalker, he just hasn't moved on from our breakup yet. Please, I can reason with him!-.

-Wha... do you want to go out?- Her tone is almost angry, but you know that it's panic the one trembling in her voice. She's so sweet, but she also doesn't understand.

-No way, it's too dangerous!-.

-He's not, I know him. Sarah, please, trust me with this.- You stroke her arm, maybe it's a low move, but if there is any danger, you don't want Sarah to be the one facing it. This is not just Jennifer speaking: with your powers, if anything goes wrong, you have more chances to defuse the situation.

The blonde girl looks at you with trembling eyes, and you know this takes a heavy toll, but then nods.

-Fine. But I'm behind you, and if he does anything weird...-.

-I know, I know. You cover my back.- You caress her cheek, managing to bring a smile to her face. Then, you quickly put on your clothes, and you go to the main door.

As you get out and walk down the walkway, a boy of your age exits the car and runs toward you. A mixture of emotions grips your heart when you notice how much he looks neglected and haggard.

-Dave, you have to go now.- You exhort him with a sweetness that is almost maternal. But he doesn't listen.

-Jen! Please, come back to me!- He begs, tears in his already reddened eyes. You feel pain at this sight, so different from the cheerful boys you, Jenny, once knew.

-Whatever I did, I'm sorry, forgive me!- He throws himself onto the gate as if it were the bars of a prison. You stop halfway, knowing it's not wise to get closer. And you're not sure you could, in any case.

-You did nothing wrong Dave, really. It just... wasn't meant to be, try to understand.-.

-But, but! But we had something! We, we were making projects and...!-.

-I know. I know and believe me, I'm sorry. But you'll find a girl that-

-No, no! I want only you.- He drops his face, shaking his head in desperation, then takes a deep breath.

-You're just confused, you think you are... one of those girls. But I know you, you're not one of them!-.

Your lips twitch, and although you suppress it you cannot avoid feeling irritation at his words. You know that Sarah is containing herself from jumping out of the door only because she trusts you. He is not bad, you repeat to yourself, he's just in pain.

-Our story was already over when I met Sarah. You know it.-.

-No! No, you're lying! She's, ah, messing with your head!-.

Your hand instinctively contracts into a fist, before you relax it. This is going exactly as you were afraid.

-Dave, I hoped we could still be friends, and I still do. But I have to ask you to leave now. This... this can't work. Go home.-.

The poor guy is shaking like a leaf, but then he silently turns around and limps his way to his car.

Jennifer, locked deep inside of you, is devasted. Dave was right, what they had was really something, and they both thought it was going to be permanent. And she still cares for him, enormously, only not like he would like to. You wish you could help him... maybe you could, maybe you could find him a girl...

-Hey, Jen.-.

You spin around. Sarah has reached you, and she looks deadly serious. You rarely see her like this, usually it's difficult to even take her grin off her face.

-Sarah, I'm sorry.- You say with sincere anguish.

-I'm sorry too. Listen, this...- She inhales, then: -This has to be the last time. You can't go on repeating the same lines every time he shows up without any notice, it will destroy you! So... so know that I'll call the police if he shows up again.-.

-Sarah, he's not...-.

-I know how he is! He's a boy!- She screams, catching you off guard. Jennifer has never heard her like this before, and you immediately realize that there is something Sarah has never told her and that is now coming out. But before you can ask anything, she steps back. She has realized it too, and now she's scared.

-F-Forgive me, I need some time alone.-.

-Sar- She runs in, slamming the door. You stagger on your feet, disheartened, a taste of bitterness in your mouth. Plus, it's already 3 PM and you haven't eaten yet, thus you're also hungry. You were just starting to plan a nice lunch with her, and then... then things went wrong again.

While you're walking to your car, you can't but sigh in sorrow: what was supposed to be a vacation has become a semi-nightmare in a few hours. Plus, you don't know if you still want to stay in Jennifer after what you were going to do. If you were serious, and you don't even know that. You've defiled her body enough.

But then, where should you go? Back to your home, to check on Tina? Perhaps you should. But also, you cannot think about Sarah, maybe you could help her. Or you could help Dave, providing everyone with a definitive solution to this bad situation. Then also... Ana. You could find a way to thank her for before, also taking a step aside from all this mess. Or Linda. A day as a housewife could relax your nerves.

Gosh, you're terrified by how you've fully embraced your new role, treating people like disposable garments. At least, however, you want to repay them, differently from Tina who seems just enjoying ruining their reputation. But now, you have a concrete decision to take.