My besty and her pimp

During this time my best friend and her "uncle" were still around, calling me on the phone and giving graphic details of what they were doing on the weekends. Usually she was at "her" apartment, and she was never alone. I was lucky though, since it was more than an hour to my house from hers, this developed slowly... at least for me, though not so much for her. And I carry guilt for that as well, because I never breathed a word about what Hal did with us, or what I knew she was doing with him. No one at my house was sober or around to even listen.