’ ‘Found who?’ ‘Miss Right’ Miller’s mother Milly, younger sister Kate, older brother Thomas and father Stanley looked at him expectantly....‘She’s the Horsely’s youngest daughter Sharon.’ ‘What, that dried up young bitch?’ Bedlam erupted as Miller gave Thomas a big nose bleed, blood flying everywhere. When the meal resumed, Thomas sat holding an icepack over his nose, and Kate said, ‘Sharon Horsely is on the honors board at college. She won the Sarah Lincoln Memorial Literary Prize and top. We don’t want to be losing it and blowing up, eh?’ She sat drinking her coffee. Hansen couldn’t help looking at her sitting at the bench. Her little feet were perched on the bottom of the stool and she sat up straight, her body once again more defined since she was back in her clothes. Even though her dark hair was less than properly brushed, it gave her an untamed, feisty look, but warm. He wondered how warm she would be for the right person. My beautiful scientist. You’re not the right. And yet, between the two of them, there was no doubt which I preferred.I preferred the slut.And I say vehemently that this was not simply because she was comely and roused my own sexual interest. I was quite sure she would never tilt with me on the sheets of a bed.Rather, my preference for the girl's company was because she was full of love and laughter and joy, while her father was wracked with guilt, condemnation and hate.It gave me much to think about until the wee hours of the morning.If I. .bt seriusly wt v imagind wasnt at ol possible no matter hw bold v get "i knw wt u r thnkng" nc said sudenly...jolting us physical n mentaly both....i lukd past u n saw nc facing us, hr hands holdng the edge of the granite shelf"i read those msgs" she said ina serious tone n face"wat msgs" i blurtd..."wt u tokin" u said..equaly shockd n scared"the msgs u both xchngd abt hw u both wantd 2 fuck me in ths vry room...i read those stories" how?" i said sinking within myslf"i intrcptd ur both.