How freeing it was to discover in her the same kinkiness. You see, I loved my sister as a warm and kind person who possessed those estimable traits of...honesty and caring and living in the present. Two years older than me, Jean had always been a role-model for the principles of living. So, if she had the same sexual interests as me, I reasoned, it must be okay. As it turned out, the external validation given to me then helped me in the more important internal validation I was to develop as a. ‘That’s just fine,’ I said. He stood then, and he glanced our way. Jan and Sally looked away, trying to look innocent the way you do when your mom catches you with your hand in the cookie jar, but I didn’t. I don’t know why I kept looking, I’m usually the shyest one of the three of us, but there was something about him, about this rider, that kept my gaze glued. He saw this too. And he nodded. If he hadn’t, none of the rest of it would have ever happened. He would have just gone on his way, and. Then only last night when Siobhan had gone to bed early there was asudden and even stranger twist to it all...Trying to unwind and take my mind of all these many difficult things yetagain with a large glass of whisky, I suddenly felt an increasing urge totake out the small velvet box again now minus the strange powerful ring,and re-read and reflect on that old Christmas card and it's spideryhandwritten message "For Sure t'is not Finnegan"...For it had suddenly reminded me of an unusual. ” Jake’s threatening words, while encouraging me even further into giving in, scared me. He was much bigger than me and would have no problem kicking my ass. Sarah calmed him down. “Jake, there’s no need for v******e… yet. He’ll do it. He’ll do it because I want to see him do it. And he knows he has to do what I want. Honey, get down on your knees here, in front of Jake’s crotch. “ I walked over to Jake, who was standing, and did what Sarah told me to do. She had me take his pants off, and then.