.. Please, My Lord, Mage ... How can ... Let... " She was crying, her face toward the floor. She looked up at me, "Sir, no one has ever given me anyth...ng so ... so ... beautiful."The next evening, as I was reading in our dining room, under a mage light to assist the setting sun, she bounced out of her bedroom. Bounced is the only word that describes her ebullient movement. She was wearing ankle length breeches, a blouse, and a short jacket. The shirt was of the light white material that. All the grass and trees were dead. "you live here?" I asked "ya just follow me" she said. We walked to the back door and she opened it. The outside looked like shit but the inside look nice. Black and purple wallpaper on all the walls. Black furniture and poster of bands and drawings everywhere."this place is tight,where's your parents?" "I live here with friends I ran away a year ago when I was 16" we walked into the livening room where 4 other girls were. "hey guys this is pyro my new. ..that sounds fine. Uh, Bernie? I don’t how to say this, but I was wondering--”“You’re probably wondering why I asked you to go to bed with me. Am I right?”“Yeah, you’re right.”“Allison and I were talking and she says sex between a brother and a sister has to be the most beautiful sex there is.”“Allison doesn’t even have a brother, Bernie. How does she know?” I should have known it was one of her girlfriend’s harebrained ideas. Now I had the feeling Bernie was serious about letting me. A process, being the man of honour he was, he considered only just and reached through a mix of reason and guilt his new id?e fixe did not share. The unlikely young girl supplanting his beautiful former wife was unhappy to see his/her wealth diminished in such a fashion and was not shy about letting him know. The more he seemed to love her, in fact, the more displeasure did she feel free to show him - recognising his need for her was based on pure lust and wishing to punish him for not finding.