“Okay Buster. That was absolutely fucking fantastic, better than I thought it would be. But, I have news for you… it will never happen again. Unde...stood?” She jutted her chin out in that way she does when there is no room for negotiation. “I am sure we will fuck our brains out remembering it, but that is what it will be, a memory and nothing more.” Her manner said case closed.I nodded, too stunned to say anything.“Good. Now get up and cleaned off. I want to go home.”It was several days later. No more, no less."It had just hit 10pm - like clockwork, the sound of snoring had emerged from their parent's room, and just as she had for the past fourteen nights, Rita had sneaked over to flash Fergus.Tonight, however, he'd reminded her that the two weeks were up. No matter how much she'd begged or pleaded, his trademark stubbornness had remained in place, and he'd refused to let her show him his tits again."Come on, bro..." Rita said desperately. "Let's talk about this..." I'll tell you. .another voice...other noises. She thought, They must be going through mom's wardrobe. Brooke walked slowly, holding her cup gingerly so it wouldn't spill. Walking barefoot down the hallway carpet she reached the master bedroom and stopped at the door. It was basically a wooden frame with a full length frosted glass panel in the center. She could see movement and light, and other sounds. Brooke leaned forward before stepping through the door. She was always cautious entering her parent s room.. It all started in a discussion seminar I was having with a group of 15/16 year old students. Amongst the group was a girl called Misty. She was not exactly a beauty, but I found her stunning, particularly her piercing blue eyes. We were discussing paranoia, envy and other related weighty subjects."What about 'the other man's grass is always greener'?" I askedMisty smiled. "Surely it's natural to assume that everybody else is having a better time than you? I know there are days when I envy other.