Were you about to cum or something?" Was there something you wanted before I kill you?" Oh stop it, you wouldn't kill me, I'm your twin sister, you lo...e me. Now help me with this." She held out a sheet of paper to her sister so she could read it."It's a report card," said Tracy, giving it a cursory glance."Oh very good. I can see how you get all those A's. I, however, am failing chemistry. I don't want to fail chemistry. If I fail, Daddy will take away my new Beetle car. I love my Beetle.". You replied, “Yes, my key card doesn't work anymore, can you get me a new one?" I took your card from you and issued you a new one. “If there is anything else I can do for you. I'd be happy to do it”, I replied. You smiled and said, “I'll keep that in mind." You went up to your room. I was still at the desk thinking about how sexy you looked; starting to think about you taking your clothes off for a hot shower; how your body would look all wet and soapy. I knew I really shouldn’t but it was. Instead, her mom was the one that aroused my feelings and I wanked daily thinking about her. One day when Mary came visiting, she asked me if I was seeing anyone. I told her I was practically single because my date moved to South Africa with her parents and we had not been communicating regularly. I then reversed the question, asking her who was her boyfriend. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” she said. “I… I’m a virgin.” I acted as if I didn’t hear that last bit but she drew my attention to it. . Apparently a show was about to begin.A few torchlight's were extinguished to give the atmosphere a more dark and mysterious mood, the woman in some sort of ritualistic garb was speaking a dialect Emily could not understand. Something about “The night of the Rose”. She motioned for the patrons to gather on the dance floor as the drummers began playing a faster beat, every note of the drums making Emily’s heart rate accelerate another notch, she began sipping her drink in copious amounts since.