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started, but she knew.
He had a lot of extra time on his hands while Donna was off working
her day away. Brea was home earlier in the day from school. She
never worked and wasn’t particularly active.
     
    Donna knew Chris was never faithful. Do she could
hardly act surprised when she surprised them in Brea’s bedroom one
afternoon.
     
    The interesting part was how it all came to pass.
     
    They had begun “fooling around” as Chris called it to
his hoops buddies or “having sex” as Brea described it to Lacey her
friend from Hawthorne. Neither of them were in a social support
structure that would give them the faintest idea what they were
doing was wrong. She certainly wasn’t going to learn it from Donna
who didn’t believe in getting deep with people about sex or their
morals. This belief extended to how she raised her young
daughter.
     
    One day Chris was laying around the house when Brea
came home. He’d been thinking about it for a while. This skinny
young girl with model features and a somewhat aloof bitchiness (as
he saw it). She was never with a guy.
     
    One big thing he knew was Brea would never say a word
to anyone who would let it get back to Donna. He and Donna were
stilling having sex most every night he was there. le.
     
    Brea came home. She did her usual of not saying much
to the people there and went right to the fridge to search out a
snack. Chris came into the kitchen and playfully bumped into her on
his way by to get a glass from the cupboard.
     
    For the first time in weeks that Chris could recall,
he saw skinny little Brea smile. He invited her out back to chill
and share a bong. They did and after she got high, he put a lip
lock on her. She reciprocated.
     
    Before long they were in her bedroom and the former
pro jock was peeling off Brea’s clothes. They made love a couple
times. Each time, they separated a few minutes after and went about
their way. There was little discussion beyond clarifying that they
wouldn’t be letting this get out to anyone.
     
    Brea loved the feeling of his large muscular frame
cradling her and putting her into different positions. He loved
that it passed the time for a few hours and she was so young and
tight.
     
    It was indulgence in their carnal pleasures and
nothing more.
     
    As strong-willed as Brea could appear, her clothes
would come off for him almost instantly every time she got home
from school. They’d go on and off for a couple hours, then part. No
cuddling or tender kissing in between. Not that the the love making
was distant or hurtful. On the contrary. She loved it really slow
from him and he loved that she loved it.
     
    “He is so attentive when we’re doing it,” she told a
surprised but not indignant Lacey one day when they were smoking.
“I feel like I am the most important thing in the world. It is
totally addicting.”
     
    “Are you sure your mom won’t find out?” Lacey
asked.
     
    “No, but I am not worried about it,” Brea said with
no indication she was worried about it. “I don’t think they are in
love. My mom doesn’t seem like she cares to be much of a lover
anymore. She’s gotten all frumpy. Put on weight everywhere. She
comes home all dog tired and doesn’t seem like she cares to fuck
anymore.”
     
    Brea was not above rationalizations for behavior
which by most measures was wrong, not to mention completely
self-indulgent. But this was her self-centered side. Her heart was
never in much of anything for herself, so forget it ever being in
anything for others.
     
    Donna’s passionate nature didn’t run to her daughter
except in one distinct area. Chris could attest to the
similarities.
     
    “The daughter isn’t near as good a lay,” he told one
of his buddies who still worked for the Lakers. “But she’ll do
whatever I ask and looks pretty hot naked.”
     
    Right before the whole sordid thing came to light, it
was clear Brea was struggling with the emotional aspect of
everything that was