I stood there realizing exactly how *FUCKED* I was as **both** girls brought up very good points now that I was in this *weird* relationship with them.
The main **fact** was that I didn’t **check** in with either girl to see how they were doing after Emma had spiked our drinks causing us to have an no holds barred *Orgy*, or in our case no holds barred threesome, where I unloaded enough spunk into them to impregnate a few dozen girls.
I mean *yes* they were right I should have at least **text** ***both*** Emma **and** Felicity to see how they were doing and at least starting some type of dialogue. **AND** the few times I have been home I should have checked on Felicity to see how she was doing.
**But** I didn’t.
*And* I know this sounds dumb and sort of an excuse was **1** I don’t have Emma’s number so texting her is kind of hard because up until **this** moment Emma has always been Felicity’s **friend** so **why** would I need Emma’s number if up until now we had never done **anything** together, and no she never gave me her number **after** we started this whole thing. I mean **yes** I could have gotten Emma’s number **from** Felicity but I didn’t. And **2** up until now I had always respected Felicity’s privacy when she had her door closed and I was home.