“What about Spring Break?” I asked.“I don’t know. Let me think about it. It’s still three weeks away. I need some time, Big Brother.”“Th...t makes sense. I’ll give you all the time you need. And whichever way you decide, I’ll love you just as much.”“Thanks,” she said, hugging me tight.“Go do your homework, little sis. I have some to do as well.”She got up and left, and I went to my desk. I finished my physics and chemistry homework, then pulled out the script for the play. Rehearsals would start. This young lady had legs to die for. It was pretty clear she was comfortable walking in heels. Every step was smooth and graceful. She even had this sexy little sway to her hips. I quickly took two large steps to catch up without moving my eyes from her legs. She opened the door and stepped through slowing her pace for me to come along side. My gaze was of course forced away from her delightful lower appendages.The elevator is about 150 feet down the hall on the left and I assumed we were. ' “Well, we went to his bedroom. On our way there we were tearin' each others' clothes off and kissing and touching. It was real steamy and I was getting real turned on. When we got to the bedroom, we were both naked and we were lying in bed together, kissing, touching. He started kissing my nipples. He loved my nipples and my breasts. He sucked my tender little nipples, pinching them, kissing them, he squeezed my breasts. He was getting so hard. I touched him, trying to make him harder. I was. There was no question about it, Clara was a Bad Woman. And bad people feared me. Did Clara fear me? It felt a little nice to fall for such a Bad Woman, maybe I was becoming a Bad Man myself.But Bad Man was first and foremost The Mystery Man, and The Mystery Man had rehearsed for a shy flirty Clara, Clara #5. Clara #5 wasn’t a Bad Woman, she was a Good Girl. And I had rehearsed for everything from the shy introduction to eventually asking her what we were, to making the first physical move until.