And as her hand guided my fingers to an exact spot in that sensuous valley, I became aware of a small nub of flesh. A little button that swelled as my...finger lingered on it. "Yes, yes," she gasped. And I rubbed gently over and around it, aware that her thighs were trembling, more aware of the wetness there, as her breathing became heavier."Oh, God, tongue it, Danny. Please, tongue it."Tongue it? Did she mean---could she mean---put my mouth there? Very firmly her hand nudged my head downwards. I. Do you understand the kind of perversion a girl like you is responsible for?”“Yes’ster.”“I doubt it,” she said. “But you’re about to learn. Are you ready to accept your punishment?”“Yes’ster.”“Enunciate!”“Yes, Sister.”“Fine. Do you know the door at the end of the hall on the third floor? The one we keep locked?”“Yes, Sister.”“Wait here for ten minutes, then go up there and knock. I shall be waiting for you.”“Yes, Sister. May I put my clothes back on?”“Of course you may,” she said. “All you have. We're not soldiers Mark. We can't pretend that we are. I know we're about to go into battle, I can feel it. But let's remember we're both teenagers who don't have military experience. Our humility might save our lives if we can hang onto it." A very thoughtful point, Kara. I agree... I got a full report of our battle from the council. They discovered the site yesterday. It was the very first time a battlefield wasn't a defeat for the Hopewell. It's given them an optimism they haven't had in. ******The teenage sisters were awoken at 6:00 AM by they’re uncle. "Get up," he said as he entered the bedroom room, switching on the light of the purple painted bedroom sitting on the end of Amber’s bed. Allison opened her eyes, instantly whimpering knowing what was at hand when her uncle patted his knee. Allison miserably lowered herself on it with broken sobs coming from her. Then, he motioned for Amber to join her sister next to her on his lap. She pouted as she laid herself next to.