’ I kissed the back of her neck and said, ‘Yes.’ ‘You are getting to me. This is bad.’ I moved the hand that was around her up to a small br...ast and kissed her neck again. ‘Stop that. I’m not used to making out. The only guy I was ever serious with cheated on me before we were even married a year.’ ‘The course of true love…’ ‘Now Shakespeare! I’m going to cry. You are too goddamn nice to me.’ I did have a sniffling female in my arms. She turned and gave me a tender, teary kiss. ‘Are we going to. She was always required to repress her sexuality, to bury her feelings, to give up her fantasies. She married a nice, conservative man, from a nice, conservative family, who could give her a stable life. A nice, bland, fantasy-free life. After so many years of this, she needed to explore her sexuality. She wanted to feel wanted, feel like she could be a bad girl if she chose, feel dominated, she wanted to get fucked. At the same time, she wanted to keep her family. Her husband was a good man. "Danny started it," Heather complained. "Why aren't you talking to him?" For one thing," Lani explained, "I've just about given up on reasoning with your brother. I think there's still hope for you. For another thing, you're becoming a very attractive young woman and I don't want any innocent flirting backfiring on you. Devon's mother has already told me about boys trying to hit on you two." That's been happening for years, Mom. I know how to take care of myself around guys."Years? It didn't. If they would I'm sure a recording of our house last night would turn them back to whatever hell world they evolved on post haste. Then they'd never show their ugly faces again! Lest we torture them with more recordings of babies screaming.We even slipped the babies into the sleep-trainer and took them by the med-tubes at the community med-center to see if there was anything wrong with them. Gas was the diagnosis. The med-tube added a nanite to their system to see if it could manage that issue.