It got hotter and hotter and the sun was blazing. I started to feel a little odd. I normally tanned to extreme like everyone did, but sometimes, perha...s because I am half English, I felt the sun more than the rest. I asked Sara if I could go in and lie down, she told me to go to her room. I took my towel so as not to get oil on the bed and went inside. Her house was big so I met no one as I went up to her room. Her room was on the back of the house and was dark with the curtains drawn. I spread. " Lindsey I saw what you were doing. You were blowing him, weren't you?" the green sister asked with a disappointed parental stare. "Do mom and dad know what a slut you've turned into? Or do I need to tell them?" Don't even start with me Grace!" Lindsey stood up, yelling and pointing at her sister. "Giving one guy a blowjob doesn't make you a slut. Maybe flirting with your art teacher to get an A does!" she retaliated."That never happened and you know it! Now I'm calling mom and dad to tell. "Hi, come in," I said, ushering them into the living room."I can guess why you're here," I said as we sat."Rita called me," Marion said. "She was almost incoherent. I went over to see her. She told me what had happened and what you now know. She's deeply ashamed of herself, Gerry. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive her." I'm sure I can, Marion," I sighed. "But it isn't that simple. She deliberately misled me. She is married and I've been led to believe she was single. That's not a. . three.... What else do you have that I don’t have– I mean besides hair?”Missy fell totally silent with her eyes open wide as she stared down at the Mistress. “Hair!” she said excitedly to herself. “She has hair! If that tight bun were undone her hair would probably hang at least to her waist.” Missy clapped her hands together and bounced up and down as she said aloud, “That’s not a strength. That’s a weakness! Now all I have to do is figure out how to use my strengths against her... if I.