And I think one fine day I will not be here, one fine day there will be a sun shine day that will not have me in it. I am going blind. My eyes are ‘...ragile.’ I am not going blind. But my eyes are ‘fragile.’ I have to chord him. I have to say the oppression he gives me every few months or so are life for me, and I find happiness in his glumness, in his orchestration of me, now do it now, but I can’t, try try harder force yourself, and I want to scream and I am screaming at the chords I play,. " Raimi still fearful the cottage would vanish at any moment carefully opened the door, giving it a little push she stuck her head in the door way, her whole body seemed to sigh with wanting as she saw curtains, old comfortable chairs and sofas, small round rugs on the floor, a big fireplace that you could put a small tree in. Natalie said silently to Revanche she was pretty sure Raimi was half human but didn't want anyone to know for some reason she hadn't figured out yet. Revanche peeked in a. I needed one bag of ‘performance’ clothes, including formal dress for dinner, some odd casual pieces and I stuffed my largest suitcase with vinyl. Old, rare nearly one of a kind stuff that I knew, loved and could play by ear or by heart and that she just might have the inclination to sing. Every one, reissues of old Depression era 78’s when Jazz, Blues and Country sounds intermixed into the hottest music of the pre-Big Band era. Loaded for bear (and Edna) I caught my flights and sixteen hours. “I’m a 36C - do you think that’s hot?”“Tara...” he said warningly, but he wasn’t stopping me. I knew my brother - he’d never make a move on me, he’d think it was ‘wrong’. But he was also a guy - if a woman (even his sister) suddenly started throwing herself at him, I was pretty sure he’d be unable to resist.“Okay,” I said, reaching behind myself and unsnapping the clasp of my bra. As my breasts fell into view, my rosy-pink nipples grew hard, and my brother’s attention was immediately drawn to.