We got to Christmas Eve quite early. Sarah was dramatically over-dressed and wearing too much makeup. Henry wasn't there yet. No Al. Rachel and Sarah ...ent off to "help" mum and dad asked if we could have a "serious five minutes."He asked whether I knew that Sarah wanted a lot of money. I said I'd spoken to her, but that I didn't know the terms of her legacy."Actually, legacies," dad said. "Your Hollister grandparents, my mum and dad, left her funds in my trust till her 21st birthday. Bob Scott,. Maybe just a change in voice tone would do it. I'll coach her on that."She was right, now that I thought of it. Having Charlotte dye her hair for all the scenes where she was the aggressive slut character was perhaps a little too blunt."The last thing we want to do is imply that the audience is stupid. It'll be way more powerful if they suddenly 'get it' on their own." Right!" I said slowly, suddenly getting it on my own."And this part here, where you're filling in the back story in dialog?. Blushing, I removed the towel, kneeled down and started drying up from each foot, up his leg and thigh. Then I stood up, and I remember reaching with the towel, my arms trembling, towards Scott's package, before he mercifully stopped me, taking the towel out of my hands and wrapping it around his waist. He looked down into my eyes, glanced down at my naked form, and then back into my eyes. I swallowed hard again, and clutched at my sides, shivering."You fucking faggot." he sneered, and then. I pulled my hand out and once again caressed her side and hip, moving to her back. I lifted her blouse a bit and slid my fingers onto her silky smooth skin and tried to get into her slacks. The waste band was too tight so she unbuttoned it allowing me easier access. I slid my hand inside and beneath her panties cupping her ass, slowly working my hand down her crack, over her ass to the absolutely soaked pussy. Leaning slightly to the right to have more reach I slid two fingers into her pussy.