~ Nancy~

　　I laid down on my bed, curled into a ball as embarrassment washed over me. The events of the previous night kept on replaying in my head and I found myself screaming into my pillow every single time that it happens.

　　"How had I been so needy and vulgar?" I muttered to myself as I took one of my pillows and placed it over my head, as if that single action would blot out the immoral act that I had committed with my foster parent's triplets.

　　It ...