Jan and Mark 8

Stripped For Florida: Jan and Mark 8

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Jan and Mark

by Willie B Florida
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PART 8

"Good morning, sleepy heads!" Mark's mother opened the door and peeked in on Mark and Jan. The two boys were cuddled tight. A mostly-empty bottle of lube lay on the bed beside them and the bottom sheet was wrinkled and stained. Of course there were no pillows, sheets or blankets as these had all been removed. Mark opened his eyes and quickly closed them against the bright morning sunlight streaming into the room. He looked the other way before opening them again and shook Jan awake.

"Sorry, mom, I think we kinda overslept," apologized Mark.

"That's okay, honey. Why don't you two get showered and we can go down for breakfast while they're still serving."

The two boys showered off together in the narrow stall, dried down with towels and joined Mark's parents. Heading downstairs Mark realized he felt fantastic. The wonderful feeling was back in his dick. Was it all the orgasms yesterday, fucking for the first time, or the fact that the pills seemed finally to have worn off? His penis swung back and forth in front of him as he walked and he let himself feel happy to be alive. All three he decided, the combo of all three!

Jan popped his daily dose of pills at breakfast, but as promised, no one offered any to Mark -- and he didn't ask!

Mark's dad and mom looked at the two boys as they ate, but said nothing. Surely they must have heard the commotion last night, thought Mark. At the time he'd given it not a bit of attention, but now in broad daylight he realized that he, their only son, had just lost his virginity within earshot of his parents' bed!

After breakfast his mom said she wanted to get a couple of souvenirs to send back to Germany for Jan's father. "Want to come help me pick them out?" she asked the ten year old.

Mark's father went back upstairs in the elevator with Mark. As they entered their room his dad asked him casually, "So how'd it feel to have sex with Jan last night?"

Mark blushed. "Look, dad, I'm really sorry. I wasn't thinking about how much noise we were making."

"Not a problem, son. I've had plenty of sex in my life and I am happy for you to enjoy it, too!"

"Um, okay, thanks." Mark looked down, not sure what else to say.

"So, was it enjoyable? It was your first time, am I right?"

"Yeah. I mean, yes it was. It was . . . I loved it. I love Jan!" Mark looked up and said this defiantly face to face with his dad. He didn't want this conversation reduced to sex, he realized.

"So, do you think you are gay? Or is it Jan?"

"You don't get it dad!" yelled Mark.

"Whoa, it's okay, Mark. I'm not being critical. Let's start over and have a better conversation shall we?"

"Sorry. Okay."

"I'll start over. Mark, we heard you and Jan last night--we couldn't help it--and it sounded like you two were having a really good time. I don't want to be too nosey, but I'm your father and I'd like you to be able to share any new feelings you have, answer any questions--you know--just be here for you."

"Um, thanks. Yes, we made a lot of noise. I hope it didn't bother you. I, we, um -- yeah -- it was my first time having sex. Of course you know that, and I want you to know I really love Jan."

"That's wonderful Mark. I think he's a really sweet boy."

Mark nodded. "I don't think I'm gay. I don't think Jan is gay. I don't think either of us is straight, or bi, or any of those words. I think we're boys and we love each other."

"Okay, I think I understand." Mark's father was quieter now. "You know, I'm really proud of you that you can be so clear with your thoughts. When I was your age I would not have been able to say something like that. Actually, until a minute ago I don't think I would have thought to say something like that. I have always thought of people being in love and who they would let themselves express that with as indicating some type of preference, or category, or choice."

"I had no choice about being a boy. I'm just here. So, I'm a boy!" Mark grinned a foolish grin.

"I love you Mark!" said his father, giving him a big hug. "Shall we see what happened to your mom and Jan?"

Mark followed his dad into the hallway. As they walked toward the elevator he marveled again at the feeling of his body. The vibrator had given him a new sense of how deeply his phallic organ extended into his body. He could feel it now, from its deep root all the way to the tip, its length, girth and heft moving sinuously like a snake, the blood flowing within this marvelous network of tissue, unencumbered by drugs, rings, piercing or anything else. When they reached the lobby Mark burst out laughing. A huge stuffed Mickey Mouse was coming towards them, Jan's skinny legs and erect penis the only things visibly propelling it across the lobby.

"Mom, you're going to make Jan carry that on the plane?!" exclaimed Mark.

"He absolutely insisted," she protested, "it was completely his idea."

"My father loves Mickey Mouse!" insisted Jan, "It will be the best present ever."

"I think seeing his son again will be even better," remarked Mark's dad. "Let's get this thing put away. Now that Jan is recovered we should get some beach time in before he has to go home!"

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The two families sat at the outdoor restaurant overlooking the intracoastal waterway. Ancient oaks bent their branches low over the water, the result of centuries of wind blowing in off the ocean. Mark and Jan had enjoyed clambering out along the limbs and trailing their toes in the water. The boys were thrilled to be together again. Skype and cell phones were okay, but nothing like face to face and skin to skin. Jan had been wearing his usual light blue bikini when he got off the jetway. As soon as he saw Mark's nude body through the glass he pulled it off and twirled it around his fingers. Mark could not hear through the thick security glass, but saw Mark's father lean down and say something to the 11-year old. Jan made a face of mock horror and pulled the bikini back on, making a big show of cupping his crotch and arranging his penis just so through the thin nylon fabric. After going through baggage claim and immigration Jan wasted no time in getting his SFF sticker.

"Come on dad, we can talk in a minute; I don't want to wear this thing another second." They all trouped over to the booth under the large mural of the SFF twins and Jan's dad paid for the tourist version that allowed Jan to be stripped for Florida. This time Jan took the bathing suit and threw it high up into the air and walked away leaving it lying where it fell. Mark laughed, but walked over, picked it up and handed to Jan's father who tucked it safely away in his travel bag.

Mark, of course, was stripped for life. True to the promise his parents had made when he'd' first arrived in Florida, he was naked without any drugs, chemicals, jewelry, or other adornment. His parents had agreed to let him be natural most of the time. For "formal" occasions they could "dress him up" as long as it didn't involve pharmaceuticals or permanent body alterations. Mark was probably the only naked boy within a 50 mile radius whose penis hung down naturally. His parents figured as long as it didn't embarrass him to be the only flaccid boy in sight, they could wait to amuse themselves during their once or twice a week "formal" outings.

At this point, however, Mark was hardly flaccid. Although famous, the waterside eatery was not fancy. "North Florida Vernacular" Mark's parents had joked when they told Jan and his dad that they were treating them to something special. Tables were arrayed on a long veranda of rough-hewn boards stretched along the intracoastal. The sand parking lot extended into another eating area made up of randomly strewn picnic tables. They had chosen to ignore the casual indoor dining area in favor of the fresh evening breeze coming in over the narrow strip of land that separated them from the ocean. The lights from homes and boats glinted in the still waters of the intracoastal.

Mark's parents, Jan's father, and the two boys had placed their orders. As they inhaled the aromas of freshly grilled seafood, hushpuppies, potato salad, and iced tea they could hardly wait to dig in. Silence took over as eating took its place. The group had been too busy catching up on news and enjoying one another's company to pay much attention to the other diners. Now they heard the unmistakable moan of a girl's arousal. This wasn't that unusual, given the state of Florida's children. Parents were free to strip their kids naked and entertain themselves with all manner of bodily apparatus.

For some reason it was very much the fashion to keep girls in an aroused state in public, and this girl was letting out loud moans and tiny shrieks. Mark turned around to look and his mouth fell open. A girl of about Jan's age had been splayed out on her back across one of the picnic tables. A group of adults, presumably including her parents, were eating dinner from dishes arrayed all around the girl's body on the table top. She was painted with condiments, adorned with garnishes of parsley, and cut fruit and flowers picked from alongside the eating area. At the moment one of the women was running a vibrator along the girl's inner thigh while a man was twiddling her clitoris with a peeled cucumber. The girl was moaning and slowly writhing on the table. Mark's penis was rock hard watching the scene. He wondered when the girl's movements would start knocking dishes off the table. The party seemed oblivious to that possibility. While the adults took turns keeping the girl in the throes of arousal, the rest of the adults and two other children were busy eating and talking boisterously among themselves. The two children wore skimpy outfits, but were not stripped. They appeared to Mark to be younger, perhaps siblings of the girl on the table. The girl was perhaps five, and was wearing a tank top and bikini bottoms. A boy of about 7 was in shorts, his chest bare. Both were laughing and eating and talking. Even for Florida this was a brazen display of a young girl's sexuality and Mark was surprised that the younger children seemed so uninterested. Was their sister put in this position often enough that they took it as a matter of course?

Mark's reverie was interrupted by his father calling his name.

"What?"

"You seem pretty entranced by the sights at the next table, Mark," teased his father.

"Well, um, you have to admit it's pretty unusual," stammered Mark. At that point he noticed that Jan's father had turned to face away from the table and that Jan was standing between his legs. His father was slowly stroking Jan's penis. Mark was mesmerized. He remembered the first time he had seen Jan casually stripped in the hotel room in Germany. His father had stroked him just like that.

"Mark." His own father gestured for him to come, and as he walked over he felt his father's arms gather him back against his chest. Warm hands and fingers stroked upwards on his already hard phallus. Mark's mother smiled at him. Mark closed his eyes, then opened them and smiled at Jan whose penis was now hardened and pulsing far beyond any pill-induced state.

The two fathers gave each other an almost imperceptible nod and began working their sons' erections with more vigor. Mark's mother looked from one boy to the other, amusement and enjoyment playing across her face. The party at the next table continued their fondling of the naked girl sprawled across the table. Her moans grew louder.

Mark could feel himself getting into that groove that he now knew so well, his whole body lining up towards orgasm. He found it harder to concentrate on Jan, but still wanted to watch his lover go over the edge with him. The girl moaned without pause, now, but the sound was far in the background of Mark's awareness as he felt his dick aimed at the sky. His father stroked him expertly, bringing him to the very edge of cumming and then backing off. Mark thought of Monika and her ministrations. Why should his father be any worse--after all, he'd been playing with himself for decades. The thought suddenly struck Mark that perhaps his father had more than the experience of self-masturbation. Had he had a lover, just like himself and Jan? The thought surged through him and propelled a long jet of semen across the sandy ground. His father stroked him to two, three, four, and five more forceful ejaculations before pulling the boy into spent rest against his broad chest. With effort Mark opened his eyes in time to see Jan jerking upwards in his father's arms, in the last throes of his own climax.

At that moment a high-pitched sustained shriek filled the air. The girl on the table curled herself into a tight ball and continued the sound for a full minute longer. As she quieted the few diners still sitting outside clapped and cheered.

"Way to go girl!" yelled an inebriated voice from the veranda.

For a while the adults were quiet, basking in the afterglow of their children's orgasms. Finally Mark's mother spoke up, addressing the group at the other table.

"Your younger children seem quite used to the party tonight. Do you take your daughter out often?"

"About once every two or three weeks," replied one of the women. "I'm Sarah, by the way. This is my husband Dan, his brother John and my sister-in-law Denise."

"Pleased to meet you," replied Mark's mother. "I'm Sam, my husband Steve, and our friend from Germany, Joachim. This is my son, Mark, and Joachim's son Jan."

"Nice. They seemed quite used to being jacked off," observed Sarah.

"Actually, they're used to being naked and fondled, but this is the first time I know of that they've been jacked all the way in public -- or at least that I've seen."

"Ja, first time for Jan," nodded Joachim.

The girl on the table appeared to have gone into a quiet sleep. The two younger children looked tired and heads kept drooping.

"Kids are getting tired," said Dan.

"We'll need to get going," said John. "Will we be seeing you tomorrow?" he asked his brother.

"Sure, come on by, we'll just be hanging by the pool"

The smaller kids trailed after John and Denise. The sound of their car starting up could be heard and the soft sound of tires on sand.

"So, is this your only daughter?" asked Sam.

"Yep, our one and only beloved child," said Dan. "She's not really into this kind of thing, but we made a deal, you know?"

"Interesting. We made a deal of sorts here with our son," said Mark's dad, entering the conversation. "He didn't want to be on pills, get his dick pierced, wear jewelry, have a vibrator up his butt -- none of it. So, we agreed that as long as we didn't do anything permanent to his body we could "dress him up" on formal outings, you know, vibrators, rings, clamps, all that good stuff. We do it about twice or three times a week. Otherwise, he's all natural. Tonight was considered casual."

"Getting jacked-off doesn't play into the agreement?" inquired Dan teasingly.

"I guess not. Hey, Mark, does getting you off count?"

Mark shook his head, still in a post-orgasmic fog, but then grinned shyly. "I like it," he said softly.

Everyone except Jan laughed.

"What about Jan over there?" asked Sarah.

"Oh, he likes the pills, the rings, the vibrators -- all of it," said Joachim. "Also, getting 'jacked' I think you say?"

Jan nodded.

"So, what's the agreement with your daughter?" asked Sam, unable to contain her curiosity.

"Oh, Amanda? Sort of like your son here. Wants to be all natural -- no tattoos, no piercings, no ben wah balls, vibrators or any of that. How can we have any fun, girl, I wanted to know?" Her dad laughed and went on. "Actually, it was her mother's idea. If we get to take her over the edge once or twice a month -- in public or private -- but in a really over the top way, if you know what I mean, then the rest of the time we leave her be."

"She prefers this?" asked Mark incredulously.

"I don't know," answered her mother honestly. "We don't really ask. She made the agreement and we've kept our end of the bargain. Look around. There are so many girls with permanent vibrators up their pussies, or whose parents turn on a remote controlled device without warning. You see them, don't you, at playgrounds, malls, at school . . . ?"

"Yeah," nodded Mark in agreement. "Got a couple girls like that in my class at school -- although it seems more common in elementary school."

"Well, she doesn't want to be one of those girls, and we respect that. But, we also want to enjoy having a daughter. It's the Florida way, right?!" The Florida parents laughed while Joachim looked on. He absently stroked Jan's penis again, his pill-induced erection jutting it out into the night air. Jan leaned his head back for a kiss.

"Sweet," said Sam.

"Well, we've got a sleepy girl to get home. She'll sleep well tonight, I'm telling you!"

"What about the food all over her?" asked Mark, curiously.

"We'll wash it off in the morning. No reason to shock her with a blast of cold water tonight." Amanda's father gathered the sleeping girl into a soft and very messy bundle and cradling her in his arms turned to face them.

"Nice to meet you. My beloved Sarah here will give you our phone number. Come join us at our pool tomorrow if you have nothing else to do. We'd be happy to have you. This one will be much more lively, I promise you. She's a normal energetic kid when she's not being cucumber fucked on a restaurant table top. Good-night everyone."

A chorus of good-nights followed and they watched the parents carry their daughter to the car.

"A bit of sleep would not be out of order for you two, either," observed Sam.

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Amanda, Mark and Jan sat by side of the pool, legs dangling into the blue water. The parents were at the other end of the garden, snacking and talking around a round patio table. Voices drifted their way, but the words were barely intelligible and the kids paid them no attention.

When they had arrived Amanda was just pulling her naked body out of the water. Mark looked her over as she stood dripping wet beside the pool. She looked very different than the writhing food-covered girl they'd last seen sprawled across a picnic table in the dark. She looked at once younger, bigger and less vulnerable.

She laughed, "Last one in is a rotten egg."

Mark and Jan instantly ran toward the pool and dove, but Amanda hit the water first. They played tag, retrieved objects off the bottom of the pool and raced each other under water, did the crawl, butterfly and anything else they could think of. Mark had to admit that Amanda was a good swimmer. Her well-tanned body showed the evidence of hours spent daily in the sun.

"I'm glad you came over," Amanda said at last. "I wasn't real happy at that my parents invited you guys over after you saw me like that on the table last night."

"Um, it was pretty wild," admitted Mark. "I never saw anything like it."

"Well I hate it, but it's better than the other ideas my parents have. They want me to be the most sexualized girl in Florida, I think."

"So, you don't like sex?" pursued Mark.

"When your dads sit there and jack you two off in public do you count that as sex?" Amanda asked.

"I didn't know you were paying enough attention to notice that. But, no, that's not sex -- but it isn't bad."

"I like it," added Jan.

"But, it's not sex," confirmed Amanda, "not like when you two are in bed at night."

"How did you know about that?" exclaimed Mark.

"It's pretty obvious. Want to go inside and play?" Amanda inquired.

The boys shrugged. "Sure," said Mark.

They followed Amanda through double sliding doors. It took a minute for their eyes to adjust to the relative darkness of the interior after the bright sun shimmering on the pool outside. A long counter separated the room into living room and kitchen. A slightly recessed area to the left contained a pool table. Amanda ignored all this and walked straight through to a small hallway and held open a door.

"My room," she stated simply, throwing herself backwards onto her bed. She splayed her legs and put her hand behind her head.

"So," she asked, "you're on the pills, right, Jan?"

"Ja, I like them."

"And you're not?" she inquired, looking at Mark.

"Um, no. I hate them."

"Can you still get hard?"

"Of course!" exclaimed Mark. "Boys have only started taking pills, what? Four or five years ago?"

"Just wondered." replied Amanda. "So what do two boys like you do together in bed?"

Jan glanced at Mark.

"I told you it's obvious," laughed Amanda. "Anyway, who wants to fuck me?"

Mark looked at Jan. The younger boy shrugged, "It's okay. I'll watch."

"Won't your parents mind?" asked Mark.

"Of course they'll mind," retorted Amanda. "They'd much rather we go out and do it as a performance, preferably on the table top. Invite guests. Look, I don't care. Want to do it?" She opened her legs wider and put her finger on her clitoris.

"Um, actually, I've never done it with a girl."

"Tell you the truth, I've never done it with a boy."

"But, you've . . . "

"Yeah. Another time. Just fuck me, please." Amanda no longer seemed so demanding, but almost pleading. Mark moved over to the bed and lay down next to her.

"I don't know how to say this. But, I guess you should know. Jan and I are really good friends. I really love him."

Amanda looked at him with wet eyes and suddenly turned over and buried her face in her pillow. Mark wasn't sure, but guessed that she'd been about to cry. He reached out tentatively and stroked her shoulder blade, sharp under her browned skin. "I didn't mean . . . I mean, we can try it. I just wanted you to know. Oh, man, I'm not making any sense."

Jan came to the rescue. "Amanda, what he means is you're a really nice girl, but we only just met you. So, Mark wants to make sure that he doesn't hurt your feelings."

"Why don't you turn back over," Mark suggested.

Amanda turned partially on her side. Her eyes were red, but she wasn't crying. Mark ran his hand down her side and tentatively stroked her breast and her taut belly.

"You're hard!" Amanda allowed herself to laugh a little.

"I'm a functional boy," Mark stated.

"Can I see how functional?"

Mark gently turned her onto her back and moved over her on his hands and knees. "Show me where."

While Jan looked on curiously Amanda reached out and grasped Mark's hard-on. He let out a murmur of pleasure. Her hands guided him to her opening. Slowly he pushed his body into hers. He knew that part -- same as fucking a boy. Amanda was tight, too, just like Jan -- but it felt a little different. He pushed harder.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked.

"Just push in. I'll be okay."

Mark pulled back a little and pushed in a bit farther. He held still and felt Amanda's muscles relaxing around his penis. Another slight pull back and a harder thrust into Amanda's body. He began pulling back and thrusting in a more regular rhythm. Suddenly he felt a wet loosening and his erection pushed all the way in. Amanda moaned. Mark grinned to himself. He was fucking a girl! Pretty cool!!! He forgot about hurting her and began fucking in earnest. Amanda writhed and moaned under him. Suddenly he felt his dick being grasped and Amanda's muscles convulsed over and over again. She tilted her head back and let out a high-pitched shriek. Same girl as they'd seen on the picnic table, that was for sure!!! Only this time she wasn't covered in fruit and vegetables.

"Oh my, that's the best cum I've had since Dorrie . . . " she trailed off.

Mark thrust again. Amanda moaned appreciatively. Taking that as a go-ahead Mark began fucking her again in earnest. He felt his own orgasm building and then released hot jets of sperm into her vagina. His hips bucked forward again and again and then he collapsed alongside her, his hard dick still lodged deep into her.

Jan was grinning. "I always wondered what it looked like when two people were fucking. I mean, if I weren't one of them," he added by way of clarification.

"Come," Mark gestured for Jan to join them. With an arm around Amanda on one side and Jan on the other Mark felt his heartbeat, his breath, the feelings in his dick and abdomen and gazed up at the ceiling.

"So," he said at last. "What do you and Dorrie do in bed?"

"What? Oh, Dorrie. Shit. I shouldn't have mentioned Dorrie."

"Why not? You think Jan and I care that you have a girlfriend?"

"Had."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too."

They were interrupted by a yell from Amanda's father. "You kids okay in there? Anyone died?"

"Just playing video games, dad," Amanda hollered back. "Come on, let's go back outside where they can keep an eye on us."

"Really?" asked Mark.

"It's better. I'll tell you all about it. Last one in the pool's a stinky potato!"

"Ewww . . . " groaned Mark, but he ran out of the room as fast as he could without slipping on the tile floor.

Three bodies plunged into the pool, cleaning off sweat and other fluids. Amanda emerged from underwater and she swept wet hair back out of her face. She grinned. They played for a while and then Amanda pulled herself out of the water and lay down on one of the lounge chairs next to the pool. Mark and Jan followed.

"God, it was good to get fucked," sighed Amanda, staring up at the sky.

Mark gave a grin and pulled Jan into the chair with him.

Amanda turned to look at the two boys. Jan sat facing forwards, with his back nestled against Mark's chest. Mark had his arms around the smaller boy, whose ten year old penis jutted upwards in spite of having just emerged from the cool water of the pool.

"You guys are cute together," observed Amanda, eyeing them sidewise from where she lay on her back. "You're lucky to have a best friend -- don't lose each other."

"What happened to your friend, Dorrie was it?"

"We were friends since forever -- since as long as I can remember. Her parents were real careful not to let her be involved in the stuff my mom and dad do to me. Like what you saw last night. But they were certainly eager participants in helping molest me."

Mark started to say something.

"You heard me right. It is molesting. I just let them do it because it's better than some of the other ideas they have for me." She waved a hand to indicate that questions and comments could wait until later. "Anyway, Dorrie and I were real close -- lovers, like you two." Mark squeezed Jan's dick and Jan grinned. "We didn't really think it was a secret, but it was something we did when we were alone together mostly. I don't know if you saw, but my parents and their friends put all kinds of things up me, so it wasn't hard for Dorrie and I to get the idea. She would fuck me with a cucumber or a dildo from my parents' room or a carrot. It felt real good. But we also just loved each other so much and were friends. It wasn't all about sex."

"So, what happened?" asked Jan quietly.

"My parents walked into my room one night when Dorrie was in the middle of fucking me with my mom's dildo. I thought they were going to be mad that I borrowed it. But that's not what happened. My mom said something to my dad and he ran off and came back. I was on the edge of this huge orgasm and wasn't really paying attention. Anyway, he filmed us making love. He was all excited afterwards and then my folks and Dorrie's parents had this huge fight."

"About what?"

"They said my parents were sick and that I was a bad influence and they wouldn't let Dorrie see me any more. Then they came over to the house a couple of months later and said that Dorrie and I were allowed to say good-bye. They moved to Arizona, if they're still there." Dorrie's eyes filled with tears. "My twelfth birthday and my life was over. Yeah, I know, everyone says I'm 'underdeveloped' for my age." Mark looked over to make sure the adults weren't paying them any attention. From the loud sounds of laughter and conversation he could tell that the goings on of the kids were not on the minds of the adults -- at least for the moment.

"Hmmph," snorted Amanda, "come over and fuck me, that'll get their attention. My dad wanted to make Dorrie and I porn stars -- sell films of us getting it on."

"What?" asked Jan, confused. "What's porn?"

"Porn -- you know, videos of people having sex."

"But, you said 'sell.' Why would people buy videos? You can see them online, or just see real people."

"Not everybody lives in Florida, or -- you're from Germany? Where Dorrie moved, they told me she'd have to wear clothes everywhere. She wouldn't even be able to wear a bikini to swim, supposedly. And just like me, she was stripped at birth. Never wore a stitch in her life. I can't imagine how she's living like that. So, they don't have those videos on the internet there. My dad says they can't buy them in stores, see them online, or anything. He was screaming at Dorrie's parents, 'We'll be rich. You don't care that they're lovers, so why not share the love? Let some sex-starved person in Indiana have a little joy and pay us a hundred bucks for a DVD.' It got real ugly and that was the end of having a best friend, for me."

"God, that is the saddest, most terrible story I've ever heard." Mark shook his head and looked at Amanda in amazement. He couldn't believe a kid only ten years old had already had to deal with so much misfortune.

Amanda lowered her voice, "That's why I want to keep what we just did private. I don't want to lose any more friends. We were probably stupid to even do it when we could have been found out so easily -- no, not your fault," she waved off Mark's protest, "you didn't know. So, you still want to be my friends?"

"Of course!" exclaimed Mark and Jan together.

Amanda lay back down on the lounge chair and stared up at the sky. "I really need to figure out my life. I really do. I'm so glad to have met you."

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