"They found the s*x toy you put in my trash, sat me down and asked if I was gay. I had to tell the truth, that my sister is borderline nympho and I was trying to help with a charger for your toys."
Lisa looked at me, seemed to forget she was mad.
"That must have been hilarious," she said.
"It was! I'm sorry, I hope I didn't throw you into some crap."
"It was um, awkward to say the least."
"What do you mean?"
"You do not say a word about this, okay?"
"Who the f**k would I tell?"
"Right. Mom f****d me with one of my toys then fingered me until I almost blacked out. It was amazing."
"What? She forced you?"
"No way, she said she had a solution to help me if I wanted it. I was so on edge, I was so f*****g angry all the time and I hated it."
"So how couldn't you just do that yourself?
