And it's too valuable to allow that to happen." What are you going to tell the people?" I asked, worried how this would turn out."The truth," he repli...d simply."How robotic of you," I commented wryly."Thank you, Anna, for such a high compliment" he smiled back to me, reaching out to lightly brush my neck in a way that only one other human knew how to do properly. He got the reaction out of me from that glancing touch that most men have to pay serious, expert attention to my boobs to. All those comments, so often, made me think about it more and more. I was, or became, curious. We were just teens, just horny teens.His sister Cindy was younger than me and I was younger than Tom. She was young, but over the top beautiful and so very sexy. She knew it too Some would say she was bitchy others might say confident, but she for sure had an “air” about her. I think the best example about her I could give was one morning waiting at their front door for Tom to come down. At the top of. We ate in a room lit by candles in antique lamps while something other-worldly played, something by Arvo Pärt. Finally, with the second bottle of wine, the evening began to shine for us and conversation became natural. The candlelight flickered on her skin. When she moved quickly I almost saw ghost images following her. At some point I made up a little haiku about her house and its atmosphere. I did it off the top of my head. Haikus are so easy. All you have to do is count the syllables, and. ’ He said breathlessly. ‘If it doesn’t get better I will go. I promise.’ He sat there for several minutes as the pain slowly ebbed away. The stinging pain gradually subsided until it was only a dull throbbing deep in his chest. He looked around him carefully, a habit he had developed without thought in the past year, and pulled his clenched fist from the pocket. He opened his hand and stared at the outstretched palm solemnly. A pair of faded pink panties were wadded in his hand, stained with.