"No. I couldn't have just walked away. But I just don't think this is going to turn out well. Nothing does, while your mom is involved." Yes, but... J...n, we still have nothing to lose. There's nothing she can do to us that will make any difference anymore. They can't force us to divorce, they can't... They can't hold any more financial clubs over our heads... We're independent now. We're paying rent. We're not dependent on them at all. We have nothing to lose, and everything to win. They can't. Go fuck yourself.” She flounced off, making the pretty production girl step sharply out of her way. The production girl came over to me bearing another decent sized gin.“That looked like fun.”I smiled. “Hell hath no fury like a dyke scorned, believe me.”She took my empty glass and put a full one in my hand, her fingers touching mine longer than strictly necessary. “You don’t have to tell me.” She had those hooded eyes that are so, so sexy. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”She smiled. “On. She had jumped in shock and pulled away, turning to glare at the offending African. The sparkling humour and laughing eyes had melted her anger, but she still scowled and stepped away from him.The whole morning had seemed like that. Whenever she stopped to browse or admire a carving, or attractive jewellery, a passing African had taken the opportunity to fondle her bottom. In one shop, amid dark musty shelves she had felt an erection pressed into her soft curves, when she tried to squeeze past.. We ran 5 miles, 3 days a week. Then alternated with free weights, and aerobics. Seeing my sister in shorts and a tank top, watching her breasts jiggle and bounce as she ran beside me was hard enough. But when she was soaked and sweaty, exhausted but with an endorphin enhanced smile--it looked like she had just had sex, and since she was working out with me, since I helped cause her state, it was kind of strange. Remember these realizations did not happen overnight. I just knew I thought she was.