He placed her on the seat to the right, allowing her head the perfect position for the breeze to cool her. He then took the water decanted from around...his waist and dripped some water onto rouge her lips. He then took his handkerchief back out of his pocket and wiped her forehead. She was young, she could be no older than 20. The mousy hair was clipped back into curls off her face and her outfit was prim, on fashion and hugging her figure. She was slight, with a small waist, her legs long. He. As he stared deep into her eyes she pulled back the torn material, easing it back over her shoulders. Letting it slide down her arms, she lay naked on the bed before him, her arms at her sides, and her legs slightly parted.“Hrr yes!” he almost growled.He smiled down on her, and his almost jet black lips parted as he licked them, moistened them before lowering his face towards her neck, his long tongue now snaking out between them. Her lips were dry, and her fear had abated. She ran her tongue. As she mounted the stairs and moved towards the bathroom, her sister-in-law came out of her bedroom. Jessica met her at the bathroom door before she could go in and lock it. Jane stared at her, unable to speak. Jessica was wearing only a tiny satin robe and was barefoot.It was Jessica who broke the ice. “How was it?”“Huh?”“How was it? You know, your first time with the boys?”Jane’s eyes opened wide, and her jaw dropped. Tears began forming in the corners of her eyes. Jessica gave her a. You and I both know that most people in our field are, at least on occasion, high-functioning alcoholics. Yeah, there are some who’ve managed to give it up and stay dry, but not many. Most of us drink to what any rational observer would call excess. It just so happened that your lover fit right in to our world and is more than a bit of a high-functioning alcoholic herself — though I’m sure her situation had a lot to do with that — so you had nothing even close to a respite while you were out.