She turned to Abigail and grabbed hold of her hair, throwing her against the wall. Abigail managed to get her hands out, but still hit the wallpaper w...th a sickening crunch.She turned around and faced her sister. "This was for getting me sacked," she yelled at her. "Hurts, doesn't it?"Moira wiped her eyes. "Ahh 'ate you." She looked down at Quentin and stared at him. "Ah 'ate you too."Abigail shrugged and picked up her shoes, slamming the door to the shared bedroom as she went. She didn't want. Now it seems that the day after we commit to marry, you’re cutting me off.”“You see,” she said, “losing control like we did last night leads to arguments and anger – and you are angry. But don’t you see? It’s not your self control that worries me, it’s mine. After what I felt last night, I don’t know if I can keep away from you. You understand?”“If you tell me that you might lose control, you can be sure I won’t let myself be seduced from now on. You know a number of times I’ve asked you to. I turned the TV on in my room and fell asleep. I woke at about 8, after two hours sleep. Showered and changed into a T-Shirt and shorts, went downstairs, grabbed another beer and went onto the patio, lounging on the comfy garden furniture, listening to the night and some music on the stereo.At about 10pm, however, my quiet and relaxation was broken by the raucous sound of a car pulling up and laughing, the car driving off, which I later found out to be a Taxi. Then there was a 'bing-bong' on. One very hot sunny day, she decided to lay out in the garden no one else home she laid down on the sun lounger pulling off her top htiching up her skirt and pulling down the straps of her bra she felt the sun warm her body, dam she thought why does the sun make you feel so horny. She moved her hands to her bra slipping her fingers in the cups she felt her nipples, squeezing them she felt them grow between her fingers, squeezing a little harder, she felt a buzz between her legs, her hand moved.