This is their story. This is the road to their love, happiness and gratification. Their own place that they can call home for it is home. A home that ...s filled with the warmth when someone cares when you are down, when they say one word or give one look that picks the other back up and keeps them going. Home is not the place you pay for or lay your head but what you feel deep inside, deep inside your very soul and life force. A place that exists between the beating hearts that share the same. Olivia made out like a bandit and received a full sack of toys and lovely dresses from 'Santa' and her doting grandparents. Dad had one final gift for me. He had received a large unexpected holiday bonus check from his work, and had used a great deal of it in buying me a new computer, an Apple IIe with a floppy disk drive. I was in heaven.The year end property tax report took me longer to do than I had hoped, and it was almost the end of January before I could take a week off, borrow a car, and. But, I knew my mom would be pissed if I took them all the time.This continued for about 2 weeks before I found out the truth.A couple of mornings after I woke up I noticed that some of my cds were missing or rearranged.I immediately thought it was my sister coming in and taking things while I was asleep.Though it was only on days when I took the sleeping pills. Maybe I was just being paranoid?Or maybe she just knew she could take things while I was asleep.I was a little pissed at the thought.I. This time when she attacked my belt buckle she had no troubles it sprang free with a litle more then audible "hah!" from jennyi grabbed the sides of her face and pulled her up to me and kissed her pationatly. I rolled back over on top and started to take her shirt off, she lifted her arms and it was flung across the room into the ever growing pile of cloths. I started on her bra but i could never get a hang of those god damn clasp's"need some help romeo?" she giggledthis time i blushed and she.