The story on Emma:

Then: Girl met Emma on a message board, and found out she lived in our town (the old one, not Col.) At the time, she was a punky chick with a serious boyfriend of 6 years.

Now: she's bringing strange men to spend the weekend with us, withuot telling us until she was halfway here.

In Between: Emma and Charles have known each other their whole lives, went to high school together in the same small school. Started dating when they were like 14 or 15. She was a cheerleader, he...well, he wasn't into sports, but they were still a good couple.

But they still had a tendency to act like best friends. He took her for granted, she began to slut around on the internet.

Girl and I go to Chicago to see the sights, she goes to see a guy. She breaks up with Charles a couple weeks later, and about two weeks after that, she was living with us.

She gets here at 11 at night. At about 1 am she's alone. I get up for work at around 4:45 and she's in her room fucking a guy. Someone she JUST MET on the internet.

This went on for a couple weeks, mostly at the guys houses, sometimes here. We at least got her to quit bringing COMPLETELY strange men over. And most of the guys we did meet were pretty cool. At least polite and didn't steal our shit, and that's all I ask.

She ends up moving out 3 months later, and in with an old high school chum, until her grandparents convinced her to come back and finish school. Since then she's been getting better. Coming up to see us and not just use our place as a launching pad of sexual independence.

That was a very abbreviated version.

Then she said she was coming up this weekend, and might be bringing a new girl she met and got friendly with. Girl didn't think that sounded too great, but then Emma she that chick couldn't come anyway. They arrange for Missy to pick me up at work at 3, then we'd come home for a bit, meet Girl at work, and go to the mall to return some stuff (I don't know if I mentioned this or not last night, but I bought a used game, got it home, and there was no fucking disk in there! Hello? They better give me my goddam disk!).

Long story short, Missy doesn't get there til 6:15, and she has Thug Life with her. Who's thug life? Damned if I know!

He seems like a nice enough guy, shares his weed and bought beer, etc. But who the fuck is he, and why couldn't she mention he was coming before she was halfway here? Because we'd tell her not to bring strange men here.

We hung out for awhile, though, instead of them just going back to the bedroom like so often happened before. Eventually they DID go back to the bedroom and have some nice, loud sex. I get so conflicted at hearing the nice loud sex, because the sound is the best part of porn movies, and here it is in my house, and I'm not a part of it. Do I laugh, cry, or masterbate in the sink. Usually I just watch a movie or soemthing.

They appear to be done for the night, though, so this guy must not be as good as some of her others. Too bad, nice guy.

All right, I'm off to bed. Hopefuly the roads won't be too slick in the morning.

Oh, BTW, today was my 2 year anniversery with girl. Sounds like the ideal way to spend it, eh? I guess that's what happens to an anniversary on Friday 13.

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