”Wondering where exactly she was, Hannah circled the bed and glanced across the guy’s dresser, then checked his desk. Beside the closed laptop, tu...ked inside a porcelain bill keeper was a checkbook, an ultra-thin ledger, and perhaps a dozen neatly arranged bills. Carefully removing the front envelope, Hannah noted the name and address on the Exxon credit card statement: Sean Cormady, 1007 N Hamilton Street, Apt. 4F.She had never heard the name before, had never hooked up with a guy named Sean. “I can't,” she mumbled. She slowly walked out of my room, “I'm so sorry Jamie.” I heard her whisper as she left. ***************************************I didn't know what to think. I hadn't intended telling my aunt how I felt, but something she said kept ringing in my head. “I can't.” She didn't say she wouldn't, she said she couldn't. To me this was a significant difference. My adolescent optimism immediately began to create a fantasy in which couldn't started to become something like, she. It was a beautiful Saturday morning. The tall oaks standing in front of their suburban family house, cast large shadows onto the wall. As the sun rays continued to dance across Clara's frame, she began to wake up. The raven haired beauty was used to sleep naked in summer time. Her mature, curvy body was developed well. She had gorgeous ample breasts with large pink nipples, her midsection toned, yet curvy lead to freshly shaven pussy. Her thighs and legs smooth.She was indeed a slender, tall. Though he had a body of a gorgeous man, my brother had a boy's face. A very handsome boy at that. His deep dark brown eyes couldn't lie. And the cute pink color that has flooded his cheeks was a proof to his obvious lie. "Since when did you have a girlfriend? And why would you buy her something that looked like mine?" I continued to tease him. I had inkling as to his reasons for falling asleep on my bed. But it would be so much nicer to hear it tumble out of his mouth. His plump red lips.