But it sorta got out of control!" I took a deep draft of the coffee before continuing. "Ellie's like this really amazing person, y'know? But I don't k...ow if I want her because I've still got this crush on her sister and... I'm just not making sense, am I?" Makes perfect sense to me," said Chrissie. "I'm just going to wait to see how long it takes you to figure it out."Before I could challenge Chrissie to tell me what she meant, she changed the subject. "Natalie left a message on the answering. Perhaps she was mildly perverted. But in truth, there was no value in speculation. His lack of understanding was unlikely to be remedied, either tonight or in the future. Excitement was there to be enjoyed, not challenged.She called him, and he went to her obediently. His mood of low self-esteem compelled him to that obedience, as did resurging lust.The first thing he noted was that the bedroom, like the other rooms, was pleasantly maintained. It included inbuilt wardrobes, subdued lighting and. She held her dress up until Margaret was satisfied. She nodded at her niece, who let the dress drop, covering her private parts once more.“Once you are settled in, Peter, I expect you to change into some shorts or tracksuit bottoms and be wearing no underwear. I will be checking and if you disobey me, it will mean a spanking now and on that last Sunday of the month.”Thankfully, that was three weekends away, I exhaled heavily.Melanie sat back down in her chair and watched her older auntie, who. In a flash she unbuttoned the blouse from the hanger andwas holding it up to me. She was critically examining the offensivegrass stain and wrinkling her nose in disgust ... just like I knew Momwould. It didn't look all that bad to me. I was pretty sure the stainwould come out easily enough if I could get it into some cool, soapywater right away. Mom would never have to know how I had mishandled herfriend's blouse.I reached for the blouse, in silent acquiescence to the girls' demandthat I.