Just go to sleep,” I said.I went and took a shower and got dressed in clean clothes. The smell of sex was heavy in the room, and it made me want to ...uck her little rabbit cunt again and again. She was so tiny, so tight, and her sex perfume was even more effective on me than Mattie’s, so that I might have lost my way and chased cotton tails for the rest of my life. Fucking her senseless was pure adrenalin rush, with no emotion or commitment. Visions of a stable of bunnies turning tricks for me. It was a thrill , but as most of us know , every thrill , dies down and you look for the next one .so this one night I was dressed up , the normal kind of stuff , wig , heels , skirt stockings blouse . I tended to wear white , cream colour so I was seen in the darkness of the night .this was just like that . midnight there was a single car parked about 2 lorries away from me with his interior light on .so , deep breathe , I got out and walked down to the car , the full moon and clear skies lit. *** I begin my story in early May 1858, when I was twenty-five years of age. One morning I was summoned from my desk at in the Loughborough branch bank in the Marketplace, to see the Chief Cashier at the Leicester office. Of course I searched my conscience to see what I had done wrong — but nothing more than the most trivial of sins came to mind. I am one of those happy people for whom columns of numbers dance intricate and beautiful dances, and so, work in a bank was my idea of heaven. The. As this was a military charter plane there were no flight attendants, and all I had to worry about was Mom really. So I turned my body on a slight angle, the crossed my leg. To anyone who bothered to notice it looked like I just turned into my sisters side a little to keep my foot clear from the aisle.Once I was sure everyone was oblivious, I returned my hand to my sister. I slid my hand under her covered lap. Em was wearing jeans, not the perfect material to rub against, but I was frisky and.