It all started when my step sister was 16 she was still living at home with our parents, i am 7 years older than my step sister and just moved into my...new place, I was one Sunday afternoon and went to my parents to visit (well to get a Sunday dinner lol)I still had a key to my parents’ house, i let myself in and called out hello but there was no answer, as i was walking up the stairs i could hear light moaning noise, i got to the top of the stairs and my step sisters door was slightly open. Today He had a small surprise for her. Today He would test her strength. The thought made His smile broaden as He reached for His phone.He stretched back in His soft leather chair, propping His feet upon His desk as He waited for the phone to be answered. Her voice a crisp businesslike tone. He always marvelled at the different nuances of her voice. Right now it held that 'don't mess with me, I am in charge tone'"Are you alone little one?" was all He said. Her voice dropped to a soft and husky. "No! I'm sitting with my husband. See?"I held up my left hand, wiggling my ring finger at her."Not you!" she said with barely a glance. "The view is much better up here, believe me." Me?" Robert chuckled and fixed me with his adoring gaze. "No. I like the view here just fine. Thanks anyway." Paris," she said, lifting her blonde head a little higher."Wrong way," I snorted. "This flight's to Hawaii." Paris Hilton," she continued, ignoring me completely. "Are you famous?" No, I'm Robert," he. However, it did occur to me that his lamentations were an excellent weapon on my behalf, because it continually pointed out to the other outlaws what a good shot I was and what could happen to them if they didn't surrender pretty damned soon.After nearly 30 minutes of the very noisy gunfight, a face appeared at the door. He was a swamper from one of the saloons down the street. The bartender had probably sent him to investigate and to return with an interesting story. He disappeared after a few.