"They don't look like her but they look..." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "They look like he loved her."I opened my eyes. I'd collapsed in bed after...Rita left and just thought about what I'd painted until I was so exhausted from my own confusion that I fell asleep. I could see it. I knew what I'd done. I'd simply used Rita as a placeholder as I attempted to paint Allison again. And I hadn't done a particularly good job of it. My original painting had been free. The new one was deliberate and. They pulled his hair in ways he never felt before."I'll do your make-up now while that's drying." He remembered his own attempt at make-up earlier that year and it intrigued him to see what she would do."Now, this is the clever bit," she said sorting out the various bottles she would need "we need to make you pretty without drawing attention to anything in particular. If people see someone in a dress they assume it's a girl and so as long as there is nothing to prove the opposite, then that's. It gets worse! Every night I go to sleep, I have dreams about her. We are naked and doing naughty stuff! I wake up feeling hot and my panties are wet and sticky. I can't even look at her in the face anymore without blushing.I woke up this morning after another naughty dream where I am licking her between her legs!! I head downstairs after brushing my teeth and washing my face. I can already hear my 15 year old brother Ichigo and our dad fighting. "Dammit dad! Why is it every fucking morning you. Eighteen months whose nights were long, joyless eternities for a hormonally driven adolescent. Finally one night the urge was too strong and rather than ignore it he yielded to it. Intense emotions gripped him as his body surrendered to his hand and he quietly brought himself to climax. And it had felt good. So good in fact that the guilt didn’t affect him like he had expected it would. He did not confess his sin that week, or the week after. His critical attitude toward the Church had led him.