This evening it was warm outside, so I had my window open. I was deep in my sleep and the only reason I woke was someone laying on top of me. My hands...were tied behind my back and I had been flipped over so they were underneath my back. The person on top of me was definitely a man. Because he told me not to bother trying to get away. He said he tied me up tight. Now the room was dark, he never flip the light on. I could tell that he was wearing Leather Pants and A Leather Vest. Also he wore. His fingers dig into my ample bottom, the ramrod that pierces my soft folds takes on a ferocious pace and I start to lose control. I sense Her welling from the pit of my stomach, the ethereal need unfurling like a pirate’s flag, poisoning me with inky desire. I fight back, desperate to retain power as the thirst threatens to devour me from the inside. Although I know the result will be electrifying, it’s the last thing I want when I’m this close to coming. Losing grip every second signifies. Never. Wanna bet she’s waiting up tonight?’ He nodded toward the house. There were lights on downstairs, and in one of the windows upstairs. ‘What’s that prove?’ I asked. ‘She’s not waiting up for me.’ I pulled into his driveway. ‘Wanna make a bet?’ ‘I lost enough already tonight.’ ‘Double or nothing.’ ‘God Dammit.’ I saw a shadow cross one of the downstairs windows, a blind tipped up. ‘That means nothing,’ I said. Aaron only grinned. ‘Coming in?’ ‘Not on your life.’ ‘She’ll be disappointed.’. I will write you as well." I'd like that," Francine smiles."Perhaps a little less explicit," Claire adds, to which the sisters giggle and Nick chuckles.At the wedding, Nick acts as surrogate father for John while Claire acts as maiden of honor. Neither of John's parents attends, but his oldest and youngest sisters manage to represent his family, the oldest with her minister husband and the youngest showing earlier signs of rebellion than her oldest brother had shown.At the reception, John.