Her face reminded me of another woman. She too had dark hair and eyes, but she wore paint that made her appear more exotic. Their expressions were the...same, a touch of curiosity with a heavy dose of concern. I closed my eyes."Is there a possibility someone did this using Master PC?" Chloe asked. It was the first thing she had offered since we all sat to discuss it.I looked at her. Everyone else did too."That's an idea," Charlotte said with a touch of excitement. She got up and went to the. We can't help but steal little kisses from each other now and then. A few progress beyond, to deeper passionate kisses accompanied with moans and caressing hands but we regretfully pull away with heavy breaths and guilty smiles. Soon I can't take anymore as she stands with all of her weight on one foot and the other balanced on her toes. I take in the beauty of her legs and her firm flexed calf muscle. She casually dices vegetables, humming to the music. I come up behind her and run my hands. .. did a little while ago," he said clearly confused by her modesty.Linda sighed, realizing that she was being very inconsistent at best. "I'm sorry ... I mean ... I ... we ... it is hard for me." I know and I'm sorry, Mom," he said seriously. "You don't hate me, do you?"Linda said, "Of course not." But ... I ... I took ... advantage of you," he said, clearly distressed now."No, Andy, you didn't. What happened was ... was mutual. We can discuss it later," Linda said, not wanting to have this. “That’s for me to know.” “Are you afraid I’ll think you’re a slut?” “What kind of question is that?” “Just making conversation.” “Is that your idea of conversation?” “For someone who’s being done a favour, you really have an attitude.” “You practically accused me of being a slut.” Hand tightens round gear stick, eyes slide over black nylon. “Well, are you?” “You know, this is making me very uncomfortable.” “Do you want me to drop you here?” Dark, open fields, middle of nowhere. Small droplets.