.. and thatwas part of our first problem, Thai versus Japanese.Anna and I had decided to tell our friends that I was thedaughter of her third or fourt... cousin and that I was visiting for afew days (or weeks if I couldn't change back). But our looks didnot suggest a family connection, even by the greatest stretch ofthe imagination.Anna was a classic Thai beauty, which included a darkercomplexion that the warmer part of Asia had created. I, on theother hand, had the typical pale complexion of the. “What, you asked Grace?” I joked, and she slapped my arm in playful rebuke. We, like most people, still thought of Grace as a figure of fun, a stiff, straight-laced person whose woman parts had been given to her in error. I knew I could tell Edna about the Grace experience, but not right now.“No. Your Mum,” she replied. “No, online. Seems it's good if I lie on my back and you get in like you're going to lick me. So it's horizontal. I'm not likely to choke you.”“What a way to go,” I laughed.. Thank you for waiting with me.”“That’s the problem, Peanut. I’ve fallen in love with you, but I don’t think it is the love we both need to consummate our love the way we want. Our love is special, almost like a teasing brother and sister. I have one of those now, but you’ll be my sister by my other mother. I know we’ll treasure our time together forever.”Peanut wiggled her center over my expanded interest, and sighed. She whispered, “So close and yet so far. You are so special. You’ve never. The Taxman Comes was an experiment of sorts; to see if writing graphic sex would break me from the cycle. It was a debaucherous story filled with raunch and filth. A story Reesa was waiting for me to read… out loud.The subject matter tore through my mind and a bit more vacillation injected its way in. But, she did transcribe it. She had to know what she was in for. I looked at her, softened my voice and began:“...The rain finally let up, enough for Mandi to step out from the bar she had.