In my lap. I wanted my arms around her. I wanted to kiss her.I gave her hand a gentle tug. As I slid my chair back a little, immediately understanding...my request, she settled into me.Her arms came around my neck and our faces touched. Our lips engaged and her sweetness surged through me.Any remnants of the peace that eluded me for eons washed away as we sat there next to the other hugging pair, my mother and my little Lindie. My daughter ... Michelle.Lindie reached up to my face as our lips. I always refused. Telling her that I didn’t know at first, and then that I just wouldn’t say. But she kept after me every day, all the time. Finally tonight, I couldn’t take it any more. I confessed that it was Roy, my brother. That he had raped me back during summer vacation, and had continued to use me sexually until he found out that I was three months pregnant.“She flew into a rage and hit me in the face and slapped me several times, calling me a ‘lying slut’ the whole time. Saying that I. " Her gaze went back to the hairbrush. She lifted it, heavier than she thought. She raised it and brought it down on her palm. The smack startled her. Well, if it's too much, I guess I can always be on the giving side of it, she thought, and took the hairbrush. Walking slowly down the dark hallway, she saw a strip of light coming out from under the door, obviously from candles by the way it flickered. Laura paused outside the door, taking a deep breath. "So you've made your choice?" "Yeah,. ”I heard Nick’s voice acknowledge her, then the water stopped.Nick wandered out casually, drying his long pale locks, in jeans and a white tee, which was spotted with wetness from the haphazard toweling off. When he looked up, he stopped dead in his tracks.Mollie wore the Cheshire grin to beat all, and simply said, “Look who I found - the man you sucked and fucked last night on the beach…. without me. I thought I’d invite him over to help you learn a few lessons in propriety, you know, when.