Like McKayla, Maureen has this certainty about her. She knows exactly what to say or do. She has no moral ambiguity. When she makes up her mind, there...s no changing it, unless you can prove that she's wrong, and even then, she's probably going to want to see the Boolean algebra you used.So it was with a little bit of apprehension that I waited for whatever it was that my daughter had to say. She is not a fidgeter, but when she's nervous, she chews on her lip. Like my wife used to.I could tell. I knew from the movie where all the bits went, and slowly daddy realized what it was I was doing to please him, so he secretly called me 'Amber', my signal to play with him behind mother's back, titillate and tease only mind you, but at least I knew more than my friends did.Acting was in my blood so I went to acting collage and began to be noticed, not because I had the skills necessary to get me noticed, but I had the body, and I knew how to draw attention to myself.So it was no surprise when. Iwas furious and started cursing the wickedness of that demon. Laisa camefrom the kitchen bringing to me a glass of water and started laughing.She said:"This is why I left the Monastery. The monks keep filling your heads withthis mystic nonsense. The creature is no demon, it is simply a wanderingbrain pattern, and it is not evil by nature, all it does is to try tosurvive." I didn't want to hear anything about that. Laisa could thinkwhat she wanted. She seemed quite comfortable in the role of a. “I need to buy you some nicer fabrics, little sister.” Daniel had moved in next to her and was undoing her bun, then braids as she continued to undress. He pulled away to look at her, his hands holding her arms aloft so he could see her heavy round breasts, their puffy rosy nipples beckoning him, the swelling of her hips with the small triangle of dark curls in their center. He admired her smooth skin, pale and glowing next to the long dark waves of her hair. "Aye, ye are the most beautiful.