. . er . . . I ran out of toilet paper and came to get some from you since there wasn’t any in the hall closet,” I explained, hoping she’d leave...it at that and not make a big deal out of it.“Is that my fuckin’ camera?” Tracy’s eyes widened in shock; she made a move to grab it but I was too fast for her and quickly put it behind my back.“Back off or I’ll show mom and dad the picture of you getting your ass eaten out,” I threatened, unsure how I was going to deal with the situation if things got. Next came thecrustke of clothing and she laid her blouse over the coffee table shortly followed by her bra, her large titles with big aureoles seeming to invite my kisses as I gently nibbled her nipples which brought a soft sigh from her. About five minutes later she removed a battered old towel from behind the settee and placed it under her shapely backside. “What,s that for?” I asked naively. “Thought you might want to play with Kitty for a while.” she smiled. “If you make her very happy I. ”“I know,” said Zelda. “But the only thing I hate more than not getting what I want is having to wait for it.”***“Of course it didn’t work,” Miranda said. “Any idiot could see it wasn’t going to.” She fixed her earrings at the mirror. Annabelle’s face floated in a holosphere behind her. “You tried the direct approach when you met him the first time, right?” Miranda said. “Well, yes,” said Annabelle.“And if that didn’t work for you, then there was never any chance that the Direct Approach Times. ”“You don’t have to kiss me if you don’t like it, anyway I wouldn’t kiss you properly even if I was an expert,” she pouted.“Why not?”She shrugged, “you’re meant to be my uncle not my boyfriend.”“Have you got a boyfriend?”She shook her head, “not yet.”“I don’t know how you’ll ever get one if you can’t kiss properly. I could teach you how to kiss if you like.”She shook her head carelessly, “no thanks, I’m not really interested.”“Please yourself. I didn’t think kissing me was that terrible?”“It.