. ?” Mom queried in a sleep-heavy voice though she had only being lying down for a few minutes.“I’m just checking your bruise. You said it was s...re,” I explained in a hushed voice.“Oh.” Mom laid her head down on the small pillow that her hands were slipped under. She hadn’t raised her head even an inch.I played around the bruise on Mom’s right leg, the original one, lifting the leg of her shorts a little to improve my access.“That feels good,” Mom mumbled. Her legs opened a bit.I kept circling. I woke up about ten to the smell of coffee and eggs, and staggered into the dining room, stupidly carrying my sweater, and the girls smiled and indicated my seat.Belinda said, “I like your sweater. I could wear one like that with great pleasure.”I handed it to her. “I hope it fits.”“Well, it’s probably too small in the chestal-breastal area for me. I’ll let Lindsey wear it.”Lindsey smiled happily, no bitchiness in her voice at all finally, and said, “Good movie tonight. Really bad movie,. And you do it right. She just told me that you wouldn't tell her anything. That's good."We tried being more discrete. Using empty bedrooms to give us a little more time if someone should come home. Cindy would not be denied what she had done without for months. I was more than happy to provide what she needed. Cindy was willing to try anything I suggested as I became more confident that I wouldn't, or couldn't surprise or offend her. She made one rule, "Don't hurt me." I would never...". He dropped her hand once they were in the elevator, and she found herself yearning for him to touch her. Her guilt and anxiety were giving way to excitement. The elevator grumbled to a halt at the fifth floor, and he led the way to his room. He unlocked the door and held it open for her. She stepped across the threshold without hesitation, knowing that she'd already come too far and waited too long.She walked straight to the bed, and sat on the edge, crossing her ankles and cocking her head at.