I was getting hard, and I didn't care that I was kissing another guy. Kevin took it up another notch, his tongue delightfully invading my mouth to pla... with my own. A flash of heat ran through my body, and I grabbed at him, holding him closely. Then, as suddenly as he started it, he withdrew, and leaned back. I still held him against me, and he looked down at my arms, smirking a little. "Wow." I said, almost breathless. "Wow indeed. You're a great kisser." His brown eyes brimmed with mischief,. " Can you risk it?" teased Dorie Lou, "What if she sprouts again?" I'll risk it. I'll wear a loose ra-ra skirt." Huh, that'll invite every butt-pincher in Florence." "Yeah," brooded Simone thoughtfully, "Italian men can be a real bind." "Not all of them," corrected Dorie Lou, those two in the restaurant wereperfect gentlemen." Yeah; and gay. Did you see them kissing in the bar last night?" No." Well I did, bit of a waste really cos' they're smashing guys."Dorie Lou shrugged as the lift came to. Not too common a pronunciation. In fact, that was my last name too. Funny coincidence."What are your parents' names," I asked."Oh," she stated, "they're divorced. Dad is Stephen and I think my mom was Cynthia."Very odd, I was thinking, because that was my parents' names too! "Holy shit," I said, then thought better of it. I was going to keep this my little secret.Fucking my own sister. What a fucking turn-on. I was not about to ruin this yet. I still had plans for little miss Wynter Smythe.. Mitch told him."And his social security number?" I don't know that," said Mitch. He gave him Farmingham's home address."What's the customer's phone number?" I don't know that," said Mitch."I'm sorry, but we file all claims under the social security number and phone number of the insured," said Rodney."He hasn't made a claim yet," said Mitch. "He's been in the hospital ever since the accident." If he hasn't made a claim, there's nothing we can do," said Rodney."You folks insured the car, right?".