” Roberta began.“But we’re brother and sister?” Tom asked. They nodded. “That’s true in a legal sense but actually we’re not related at ...ll in any biological way.”“Sorry... ?” Simon began, but Roberta said, “Oi! Different sets of parents, right?”“Exactly!” Lynette agreed. “When my mom met Tom’s dad, Tom and I met too, and we fell in love all the way back then. We didn’t know it was love then, but we soon found that we were soulmates in every way. Our parents got married back then and that made. "I'm sorry Mum, I'm really sorry!" he sobbed. I was about to let him have it but he looked up at me all teary eyed and I lost my nerve. I sat down on Mark's bed and put my arm around his shoulders."Its OK darling, I mean, its only natural for a young boy..." I floundered. As my ex husband and myself had split up years ago, there was no man around have this sort of talk with Mark? Mark lay his head on my shoulder."Its just...most boys don't masturbate with there mum's knickers. Do you. Again you drink in the sight of me in my repose.The tragic beauty of my body as it lies in state is a far cry from the almost comedic position my final moments left me in. There I would lie until found, facedown in a pool of my own urine, vomit and blood. My disheveled hair, and broken stiletto heel the silent witnesses to the fatal rush about the house that brought me to a crashing finale. Fear not, dear one, for I was thinking of you before that fateful tumble--but sadly the wetness between. ‘You’re a good dancer,’ Tom said, trying to make conversation, to extend the wonderful mood. ‘You aren’t so bad, either,’ Alison replied. Once again, her hand found his, squeezed it and she smiled at him. Tom was experiencing a lot of inner turmoil. His erection had softened only a little, and he was glad his jeans were loose. They arrived at Alison’s room, stopped, and turned to face each other. Tom didn’t know what to do or say. Did she want him to make a move? If he made a pass at her and.