Anita's parting words sounded like a warning to her and brought her backto reality, "Don't act like a hussy girl; whatever happened during theweekend ...as simply an outburst of mine, obviously I needed it. Don'texpect though a repetition soon. Now go back to work and act normally. Iexpect an impeccable house tonight and make sure that you cook somethingnice; Miss Armstrong is back and she is expected to dinner." Here wasthe stick again!In the evening after coffee was served Anita asked Betty to. My mom and dad were sleeping in their bedroom. I slowly pressed her boob and was too afraid and careful about it. Then i slowly pressed her other boob. I kept on pressing them for some time, then i saw a little movement from her and i went back to my side of bed and pretended to sleep.She then lied on her stomach and i being too afraid slept. Next day nothing seemed unusual about her. I waited for the night and around 12 in night when everyone was sleeping, i went closer to my sleeping sister. She was Latina and had an very athletic body with huge c-cup tits. She was an athletic girl who played varsity girls basketball. I loved to watch her run up and down the court, her tits went up and down every time. After about 1 week of following her i had my plan of action. It was simple really. Every friday after her game she would stay an extra hour to practice her free throws. The coach didn't have time to stay so she left the locker room door open for her to shower and when she left the. Through writing I can vent my political beliefs through the words and actions of my characters, but so too can others. Through my stories I get a chance to create and sustain a world according to how I would do it were I God, or if I had the courage, or the personality, to run for political office. I get to dispense justice to the people whom I do not like without consequences, and I get to reward the nice people (my friends and me in disguise?) handsomely with abiding love, fabulous riches,.