Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 39
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 39 - While trapped on a family camping trip, Jane has an unusual run-in with a man at the washrooms. Fighting her fears and anxieties, Jane continues to meet with him each night and even befriends his daughter Riley... who looks remarkably like her.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Heterosexual Incest Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Small Breasts
The morning brought the return of soreness to my body. My legs, arms, and back ached once again, but I was starting to feel somewhat better. It was something I’d gotten used to from my runs, so I knew I could push through it, but it was still annoying nonetheless. I’d wanted to go for a run, the first in a few days, but nixed the idea pretty quickly.
I’d woken up around ten, so I had the place all to myself. After a trip to the washroom, I sat down to a nice simple breakfast of some croissants I found on the counter. Apparently, Mom had picked them up for me this morning from the nearby bakery. The one thing I didn’t have was something caffeinated. I didn’t feel like making a whole pot of coffee, so I settled for some tea instead.
The morning passed quicker than I would have liked. I was trying to take it easy on my body, knowing I was going to have to work an eight-hour shift tonight. I knew I was going to be working with Crystal, my last exclusive shift with her, so I expected we’d be having some fun once the doors were locked. While I would normally be excited about that, I was still too sore down there. I’d have to reluctantly refuse her my body tonight, but I could always make her happy. My tongue, thankfully, wasn’t sore.
As I stood in the bathroom, waiting for the shower water to heat up, I checked myself in the mirror. I was still quite bruised in most of my tender areas. The only healing I noticed so far were my nipples. They were no longer red but returning to their normal pinkish color. They weren’t quite there yet, but at least they weren’t sore.
As I scanned the rest of me, I knew I’d have to dress a little differently for work. Normally, I’d wear skimpy skirts or dresses and either low-cut or unbuttoned blouses. It was how I was told to dress when I was hired. Looking at the bruises in the mirror, I thought that maybe something a little longer and more conservative might be appropriate. I’d have to dig through my closet to find something that might work. While I stood there, the mirror slowly steamed up. Guess the water was hot enough.
Stepping in, I could feel the tension and aches in my muscles disappear, at least temporarily. Putting my face directly under the showerhead felt like heaven as water cascaded down my body to the drain below. The only thing that would have made that shower better would have been Riley giving me a back massage. If I’d had the time, I’d have lingered there longer. Unfortunately, I had places to be today and clothes to pick out. I had to get moving.
I washed my hair and shaved my legs and intimate areas before turning off the water. I grabbed a big fluffy blue towel to dry off before stepping out of the tub. A pass with the hairdryer, a bunch of brushing, and a few hair-pulls later, I was ready to get dressed. I checked my phone and it was already slightly past noon, so I didn’t have a lot of time.
I tore through my closet, trying to find something, anything reasonable that would work. The best I could find was a black knee-length pencil skirt and white blouse with frills around the neckline. After I put it on, I looked at myself in the mirror. If I had glasses on, I’d have looked like a sexy librarian, so good enough. Underneath, I wore a pretty basic pair of black-lace panties and a white bra. If nothing else, it was a complete outfit. I grabbed a pair of black pumps, my purse and phone, and ran out the door, locking it behind me.
I hustled my way to work and got in the door with less than five minutes to spare. Denise was behind the counter, looking at me with daggers in her eyes. I turned to head to the back to drop off my stuff and almost ran into Jeanette coming out of the backroom.
“Hi Jane, looking good!” the tall sexy blonde said.
“Oh hi, Jeanette,” I said with confusion. I turned towards Denise. “Do I have the wrong day? I thought I was working with Crystal again?”
Denise didn’t answer. She just pointed to her watch, telling me to hurry up. I darted behind the curtain to dump off my stuff. Jeanette stuck her head in to talk.
“Crystal’s sick. She called me in to cover. Don’t worry, we’ll still have fun,” she said with a wink before disappearing back to the sales floor.
I was disappointed but at the same time relieved. For the first time in a while, time of the month not included, I had no interest in messing around. Sure, I would willingly have gone down on Crystal or done whatever she wanted, but I wasn’t interested in anything for myself. I needed to recover, and this actually seemed to work out. I raced onto the sales floor and clocked in with one minute to spare.
“Just made it. Interesting outfit,” said Denise, eyeing me up. I wasn’t sure what her problem was with me today. I thought I’d proved myself already to show I could do the job. I was a little annoyed.
“So, what’s up with Crystal?” I asked Denise, figuring her best friend would know.
“She called in - no idea. Jean was nice enough to cover tonight. I think you should mind your tasks and pay attention.” Denise snapped at me as she flicked me away with her hand.
My annoyance was building to frustration when I realized a couple of customers had entered. That’s what she was rudely telling me. They were two girls who looked around my age, so I went to help them. I wondered what bug had crawled up Denise’s butt.
Neither girl was looking for anything too fancy, just some decent and mildly sexy underwear. I brought them over to the bra and panty sections, where things could be mixed and matched. I also showed them the sets like black-lace panties with a matching bra. Some people like choice, while others want it to be decided for them. In the end, they each picked up a couple of pairs, although it wasn’t a large total.
Denise left for lunch, which left me with Jeanette and a few people milling about. I tried helping one, but she insisted she was just looking. A few minutes later, she walked out the door. Jeanette had similar luck with the other couple.
“How’s it been so far?” I asked Jean, who stood leaning on the front counter.
“OK. Quieter than I expected for a Friday but not dead either,” she replied, glancing from me to the door and then back.
Since she’d left to get food, I had to ask, “What’s up with Denise today? Is she mad at me or something?”
Jeanette shrugged her thin shoulders, “No idea. She wasn’t like that when I arrived. Just got sour half an hour before you got here.”
“So, she is mad at me. I wonder what I did?”
She looked at me, “No idea, but she’s only here for a few more hours. The plus side is I get to actually work with you tonight. I’m going to ask you so many questions.” She seemed genuinely excited, which was nice. I liked Jeanette, she seemed fun.
“What questions are you going to ask me?”
“All kinds,” she said with a friendly smile. “I don’t really know anything about you. You just sort of showed up one day and boom, there you were.”
“Oh well, there’s nothing that exciting to know. I’m a pretty boring person,” I replied.
Jeanette’s smile never wavered, “That’s not what I hear ... but we’ll get to that later.”
Before I could ask what she meant by that, a man entered that looked in his thirties, and Jeanette walked over to serve him. I was left standing there contemplating what she meant when the front door opened and a few more customers entered. I walked over to greet them.
When Denise returned from lunch, Jeanette and I were helping multiple people at the same time. She rushed to the back, dumped her stuff, and shot back to the floor to help. Whatever Denise’s problem was, she wasn’t about to let that get in the way of the store’s business.
During that busy rush, I don’t know how much I sold, but it seemed like a lot. At one point, I had three different people in the change rooms, as I rushed around gathering different items they requested. Jeanette was working the register and popping back and forth to help find things for other shoppers. It was madness, but it got my heart rate pumping. Sales could be kind of fun, I thought to myself.
With all three of us working together, we managed to get through that rush. I was hoping that would redeem me in Denise’s eyes, but she seemed just as cold to me as ever. I didn’t understand what was going on. I was pulling my weight, and I thought I was doing well with sales. I suggested extra add-ons, higher end items, and even sold a couple of those weird leather outfits we’d recently gotten, but it didn’t seem to be enough. I kept right on pushing my sales numbers as best as I could. I was so focused on my job that I wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around me.
I was helping a blonde college girl find something for her boyfriend, suggesting a few spicy outfits. I was suggesting a white mesh negligee over a white and pink bra and panty set when I was startled by sudden yelling.
“GET OUT! SHE’S NOT HERE! GET THE HELL OUT!”
I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned to see Denise, red-faced storming out from behind the counter. I should have dropped to the ground in case someone had a weapon but didn’t. I frantically looked around, first checking my customer who looked freaked out, then over to Jeanette, frozen in place, on the other side of the store. Neither of us knew what was happening.
My eyes followed the charging Denise to the front door where a man stood smirking. His smug, arrogant face I knew all too well. It was Tucker.
“Well, nice to see you too, Denise,” he said bemused. He loved pushing people’s buttons, I guess, even beyond the bedroom.
“I SAID GET OUT, DAVID! I DON’T WANT YOU MESSING WITH HER ANYMORE!” Denise screamed right into his face.
Tucker didn’t even flinch. In fact, I think I saw a grin creep along the corner of his mouth. Being who he was, a teacher and an amateur porn producer before that, I wouldn’t doubt he had thick skin. I remember the other kids’ parents at St. Augustus being rich, pretentious snobs, and he would have heard from them often.
Tucker responded calmly, “But I’m always welcome here, Denise. Crystal said so...”
“CRYSTAL’S NOT HERE, I AM!” Denise fired back.
“Yes, I am aware. Anyway, I’m not here to see you or Crystal for that matter,” he said, looking around, head poking above the racks.
He spotted me. “There she is! Hello, Jane, long time no see.”
In the seconds between him seeing me and finishing his sentence, I wished I could go back in time so I could drop onto the floor the second Denise yelled out.
Tucker casually strolled toward me, and all eyes locked onto me at once. Denise didn’t move, but her eyes felt like nuclear laser beams drilling into my face. The customer I was helping mumbled something that I couldn’t hear and bolted out the door, an immediate lost sale. I think the other customers fled as well, as the store went deadly quiet.
“So, how are you doing? Busy day?” he asked like we were old friends.
I didn’t know what to do or say. “Wha-what are you doing here?” I asked nervously.
He looked at me, half amused and half annoyed. “Is that anyway to greet a high-paying customer? What would Crystal say?” he shook his head disapprovingly. I could tell he was greatly enjoying this.
I tried to pull myself together. “So-sorry, sir. I am doing well, how are you? What can I help you find today?”
Tucker laughed, “Perfect!”. He gave a cruel, wicked grin to Denise like a sign of defiance before adding, “See, you’ve just gotta train’em,” to no one in particular. I knew he wasn’t talking about my sales technique.
Tucker continued, “Last time I saw you, I bought some pretty nice merchandise. It was expensive, but it might have been worth it.”
I may have been a blonde, but I knew he wasn’t talking about the lingerie he purchased the other day. I knew I should have texted him back, but I couldn’t believe he was here and bothering me at work! If Denise hadn’t hated me before, she certainly did now.
“Yes, I remember, Mr. Tucker. Are you looking for something similar today?” I asked, my hands shaking nervously.
He gave me his twisted smile, “Not today. I wanted to thank you for the fiiiiine service I received. You definitely went above and beyond to satisfy your customer.”
“Well, I’m happy you were happy?!” I responded, not certain where or what I was supposed to say.
He looked around the store, now devoid of customers with only himself, and the three workers left inside. He made an exaggerated face as he waved his hand around the empty store.
“Well, that’s not good. What would Crystal say?” He was reveling in pissing off Denise. “Looks like sales died down, and I feel responsible. Jane, why don’t you fetch me two French maid outfits and two sets of black knee-high stockings.”
“What size would you like?” I asked, still feeling the death glare from Denise.
“Well, Yuki’s about your height ... bust is a little smaller, though, so 30A for the top.” He paused, “And one in whatever size you take.”
“I don’t know if that’s-”
“I insist,” he said pointedly.
I sighed and fetched the two outfits from their spot on the wall as well as two pairs of stockings and carried them to the counter. Denise’s eyes followed me every step of the way, while a quick glance over at Jeanette showed she had no idea what was going on. I had assumed Tucker was a regular at the store, and everyone knew him, but maybe it was just Denise’s over the top reaction that caused whatever this was.
Once Tucker had left, Denise gave me a sign to meet her in the back. When I reached the small office, Denise was already inside sitting behind the desk. Her face was bright red, and her fists were clenched into tight balls on either side of the computer keyboard. She was watching me as I entered, her eyes unblinking.
“Shut the door and sit down!” she commanded.
I did what I was told.
I sat in a chair across from the desk. She said no words, staring straight at me, her nostrils flaring. I hadn’t expected to be fired today. I was looking forward to getting my first paycheck, not my last one.
“Who are you?” Denise finally said, staring holes into my head.
“I- I don’t understand?” I stuttered nervously. Worrying about my old nervous giggles returning, I dug the heel of my left shoe into my right foot.
Denise’s face got redder. “I said, who the fuck are you!”
I didn’t understand the question. I barely understood what was going on. I didn’t think I had done anything wrong. I felt butterflies in my stomach and could feel the nervous giggles building. I pressed my heel harder into my foot, making me flinch in pain, but it was better than the alternative.
I was deeply confused, and a little in pain. Denise stared at me, like she was trying to read my mind. She looked away and took a deep breath. Her voice was calmer, and again she asked, “Who exactly are you?”
“I’m-m Jane Landry? I work- worked here,” I replied hesitantly.
Denise snorted in exasperation, “You show up here one day, blank resume, innocent face, and Crystal immediately hires you; I go along with it. You sell like someone with a decade of experience, so I played along, but you never smelled right.”
I still didn’t know what she was talking about. I didn’t smell, I thought, I just had a shower.
Denise then let out a tired laugh, raising her hand up into the air. “Did you think I didn’t notice the way she looks at you? She has those big puppy-dog eyes watching you constantly. And now, here comes David fuckin’ Tucker! I hadn’t seen that prick in six months. Suddenly you show up and it’s twice in one week. So, what’s his game? Trying to get Crystal back and using you as some kind of honey trap? He bought you stuff, so you clearly know him. If you say you don’t know or it’s a coincidence, I swear I’ll fucking fire you right here on the spot.”
I could tell she was serious. I really liked this job and needed the money to get a place to live. I didn’t think getting fired from my very first job would look good to future employers, but I also didn’t know how well she’d take the truth - if she even believed me.
“Yes, I know him,” I admitted. “He taught me at St. Augustus for a year before I went back to public school.”
Denise didn’t look impressed. “I know there’s more, so out with it.”
“I swear, I didn’t know he knew Crystal or that he produced porn before ... I met him again a few weeks ago. He’s apparently friends with my upstairs neighbor—the one I’ve been hooking up with. Well, my neighbor wanted to have a threesome with me and a buddy who turned out to be Tuck— I mean, David. I didn’t see or speak to him again until he showed up at the store Tuesday,” I said quickly. I didn’t think I could contain my giggles much longer, so I switched feet to try to delay them a little longer.
“OK, so you’re a little whore,” she said derisively. “Explain your relationship to Crystal. You’re clearly not as innocent as you look.”
I couldn’t hold it anymore. I tried stomping my heel into my foot, but it didn’t work. I was freaking out now. I let out a little giggle before slamming my hand over my mouth.
“Something funny here? Do I look like I’m amused?” Her face was turning red again.
“No, I— when I get really nervous”—another involuntary giggle slipped out—”I start giggling. I’m sorry, I’m tr‑trying to stop.” I stomped my foot harder. It hurt. I managed to pull myself together again.
“We hook up now and then,” I said quickly, fearing another attack of giggles.
Denise muttered something unintelligible under her breath, but I could tell she was pissed off—and maybe hurt. She looked back at me with contempt.
“Fuck. I’m not going to fire you ... yet.” She continued to stare me down. “But if you hurt my friend, I swear you’ll be in a world of hurt. Understand?”
I nodded.
“Now get out of my office!” she said angrily.
Feeling like I’d dodged a bullet, I jumped to my feet. I reached for the door handle and partially turned it to leave...
“One more thing.” Denise’s voice was filled with bile. “It’s now your job to keep that fucking prick away from Crystal and out of this store. I won’t have him corrupt her and leave me to pick up the shattered pieces again. Understand? Now fuck off.”
I left the office and closed the door behind me. For a brief moment, I paused at the black curtain, trying to compose myself before returning to work. I looked down at my hands—they were shaking—and tried to center myself. When I did, I noticed something on my foot: a spot of red. I realized I’d stomped my foot so hard with my heel that I’d broken the skin. I decided to push through it, pulled back the curtain, and stepped back onto the sales floor.
Denise stayed in the back office for the rest of her shift, never returning to help on the floor. Jeanette, for her part, worked diligently helping customers alone till I returned. I jumped right back into it helping a couple who were waiting for service. When Denise left for the day, she didn’t say a word to either of us, despite Jeanette’s attempt at a goodnight. We finished the rest of the night working steadily until we finally locked the doors and pulled the gate.
“Wow, what a night, huh?” Jeanette said, wiping her forehead.
“You can say that again,” I replied, feeling exhausted.
Up to that point, neither one of us had discussed what happened earlier in the night. I certainly wasn’t about to bring it up. I kept my head down and started cleaning up the store while Jeanette reconciled the registers. The store was a pretty big mess, with stuff all over the place. We’d never really had a quiet moment to tidy up before we closed the store.
“So, wanna play a game?” Jeanette asked out of nowhere.
I was hesitant with the way my day had gone, but Jeanette seemed nice. “What kind of game?”
“A ‘getting to know each other’ game. We’ve worked together a few times, and I don’t know a thing about you. This way you’ll get to know me, too. It’s easy enough that we can work while we do it,” she said with a twinkle in her hazel eyes.
“Sure. How do we play?”
“Do you know Two Truths and a Lie? It’s like that, except if the person guesses right, they get to ask you a personal question, and you have to answer honestly. What do you think?” she said playfully.
It sounded like a good way to kill time and get to know my co-worker, “OK. I’ll go first.”
I thought for a few seconds till I came up with something. “Ready? I went to a private school for a year; I like running; and I was a cheerleader.”
Jeanette didn’t even hesitate, “Cheerleader is a lie, you’re not peppy enough to be one of them.”
“Damn. I thought I might get you with that.”
“Nope. Ok, question for you since I got it. For the first one, I’ll go easy on you. What do you think about working here?” she asked. I feared the worst, but it was pretty easy.
“I like it ... except for what happened today. That wasn’t fun.”
I expected a follow-up to that comment, but she moved on. “Ok, I’m a second-year behavioral psych major; I have a boyfriend; and I like eating peanut butter from the jar.”
I thought about what I knew about Jeanette so far. I think I remembered her saying she had a boyfriend before, and I didn’t know if she was in school or not, but the peanut butter one seemed suspicious. I chose option three.
“Ehhhh! Wrong. Sort of a trick question. I have three boyfriends,” she said with a smile.
I smiled and shook my head. “How do you balance that out? Do they know about each other?”
“They do. I’m not really that serious with any of them. Sometimes I just like different strokes from different folks,” she laughed. “What about you?”
“No boyfriends, not really. A couple of guy friends who I ... you know ... but I guess not serious either.”
“Nice. You seemed very conservative, so I’m glad you like to have fun, too. Your turn.”
“Ok...” I thought hard, trying to trip her up. “I have an identical twin who isn’t my sister; I went camping for the first time ever this summer; and I like horror films.”
This one seemed to stump her a bit longer as she counted the cash drawer. “Hmmm ... the twin thing seems weird, but very specific; so, I’m tempted to say that’s real ... same with camping ... I’ll say the horror films is a lie. You seem like you’d be a scaredy cat.”
“Damn it! You’re too good at this.”
“Uh huh, behavioral psychology helps me win!” she chuckled. “A twin, huh? Like fully identical?”
“Fully. It’s crazy. I like to call her my better half now. So, what would you like to know?”
She stopped what she was doing and looked at me, “What was it that David gave you earlier?”
I froze. I’d thought no one had seen that, and I’d gotten away with it. I’d moved it to my purse after Denise left. Maybe she saw me with it then? I didn’t know how to answer that.
“I-uh ... what thing?” I tried to buy myself some time to come up with an answer.
“The little black thing he put on the counter that you stuffed into your skirt. I just caught the last part from where I was standing. So, what was it?”
I was fully busted. I could lie but I didn’t see the point. “It was a sex tape of me,” I said bluntly. “I did it a few days ago for fun, and he was handing me a copy.”
That got Jeanette’s attention, and she stood upright on her long slender legs. “Wow, really? Like what Crystal used to do?”
“You know about that?” I asked, surprised.
“Course. She doesn’t exactly hide it. I know she’s kind of mixed up about it, but I don’t judge her for it. Wow, and I thought you were timid and scared before. What did you do in the video exactly?” Jeanette seemed very excited by this revelation.
“The usual stuff; mouth, pussy, ass, face ... threesome, etc. You know, normal stuff,” I said nonchalantly.
“A threesome like with two guys? I’ve been trying to get two of my boyfriends to do that with me for a while now. They think it’s gay. Have you ever been with a girl before?”
I nodded, “Yeah, by ourselves and with another guy. It’s been a wild summer.”
“Wow, that’s crazy! Good for you being so comfortable with your sexuality. It took me years to let myself not be ruled by ‘normal’ society. Some people just can’t let go ... like Denise,” Jeanette said with a laugh. I laughed too but I didn’t get it.
Jeanette continued, “Girl, if she could just get laid, maybe she’d lighten up about Crystal.”
I was now completely lost. I felt like an idiot, but I had to ask, “What about Denise and Crystal?”
“Oh, you haven’t noticed yet? Watch them together on your next shift. Denise is totally in love with her but won’t admit it. It’s kind of sad.”
“How do you know?” I asked, trying not to sound too interested.
“Behavioral psychology, remember? It’s all over her though. Look at today, freaking out on David and on you? Look, I’m not going to psychoanalyze your relationship with the boss-lady, that’s for the two of you to decide, but Denise is jealous as all hell.”
“I-I-I ... I don’t know what to say...” I was stuck, my mind looping. “I guess we weren’t very good at being subtle.”
Jeanette just brushed it off, “Don’t worry about it. Have fun while you’re young, that’s my philosophy now. How’s the store looking by the way?”
“Pretty good, almost done. You?”
“Tills are totaled and counted. While you finish up, mind if I get changed? I’m going to a club tonight with some friends and I don’t want to ruin my work stuff,” Jeanette asked.
I didn’t think much of it. “Sure, go for it. I should be finished in a few minutes.”
“Thanks.” She disappeared into the back while I fixed up some negligees. She came out a few seconds later holding a backpack. “Yeah, my friend heard of this new club that’s in an old warehouse near the docks...”
As she spoke, she started undoing her shirt right there on the floor in front of me. I watched, transfixed as the front opened up one button at a time. When she reached the bottom, she pulled the blouse off her shoulders and stuffed it into the backpack before reaching behind her back to undo her sheer, pink, bra clasp.
She had very tiny breasts, so small they barely formed bumps on her chest. Her nipples were also tiny, almost the size of dimes. She kept right on talking, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor then tossing that into the bag. The last piece of clothing she wore was a matching pair of pink panties. They too joined the rest in the confines of the backpack. She stood there completely naked and unbothered, talking away about that club.
“ ... and the DJ is supposed to be really good on Fridays and ... Oh ... you still in-there, Jane?” she stopped and looked at me, her body on full display. She was super skinny. Seeing her naked, I could almost see all of her ribs going down to her stomach, and the wide thigh-gap between her legs. She has a pair of thick, meaty, inner lips hanging down from a very smoothly-shaved vagina.
“Yeah ... uh, sorry,” I said, suddenly embarrassed I was caught gawking.
“You like what you see?” she asked with a grin.
“Well- uh, you are quite beautiful. Sorry, didn’t mean to stare.”
“It’s ok, I don’t mind. I like my body and I figure I should flaunt it while I’ve got it. You should too sometimes ... Hey! Why don’t you come to the club with us tonight?”
I shook my head, “Sorry, I look like a librarian, and I’m still sore from the other night. I just want to get some rest.”
“Awww, that’s too bad. Maybe another time. Check this out.” With that she pulled out a tiny purple shirt that tied tightly around the back, and a very short jean skirt that barely covered her crotch. I couldn’t help but notice she didn’t put on any underwear at all. “What do you think? Sexy, right?”
“Yeah, you look great. Are you...” I pointed down towards her skirt.
“Open to the air; let it breathe. Also, easy access if I find a cute guy or girl. You done?”
“Yup.” I ran to the back, grabbed my purse, and made my way to the door.
“Forgetting something?” she asked with a sly grin. I looked at her confused. “Your French maid outfit.”
I had forgotten. I ran behind the counter and tossed it in a bag with the stockings, before returning to the front. Jeanette locked the gate, and we stepped outside into the night air.
“Last chance for fun. You could wear that...” she pointed at the bag.
“Nah, again, still sore. Seven hours of two guys,” I shook my head.
“Nice. I had one guy four times in a night - that was my record. Alright, talk to you next time. It was fun. Try not to get in Denise’s way ... night.”
“Night.” With that, I made my way home.
After I got home, I changed into some comfy shorts and a T‑shirt to veg out until bed. Mom asked how work went, and I told her it was fine. I didn’t feel like getting into the whole Denise drama, especially with Dad still awake and wandering around. I mostly sat in my room as usual, watching videos and trying not to think about much. There was one thing that kept popping into my head, though, and it was sitting in my purse.