My guts dropped into my feet. I used some toilet paper to wipe the excessive pre-cum from my dick, threw it into the toilet, and flushed it down. I went to the sink, washed and dried my hands, and then headed for my cubicle.

"What'd you tell him?" I asked.

"Not much - just that I was staying with you guys and that I'd decided to go back to school."

"Okay," I replied.

The rest of the afternoon, I chewed off all of my fingernails and fidgeted without ceasing as I spent half of my time thinking about all of the ways my brother might choose to kill me.

Pammy...