Pretend I'm not here."You don't have to do that; stay down here, I mean. You can hang out in Steph's room if you want. She has her TV up there and stu...f. It'd be more comfortable, I think," Jeff said."Are you sure?" Kim asked, stepping a bit closer to him."It's good," Jeffery said, "Just close the door so we don't bug you."Kim grinned, "Deal. I'll just be down here for a bit before heading up. Thanks." Don't mention it."Before heading upstairs, he gave a quick glance over at his stepsister when. He was already out the bedroom doorway. She followed him out the door and down the stairs, more confused than she’d been when they arrived. Tonight’s love-making with Ricky had been wilder than it was the first time. She had to be in love with him. What other explanation was there for the stupendous quality of their love-making? But why didn’t he act more like he loved her? Her coat lay on the kitchen floor where she’d dropped it when they came in and began making out. She felt guilty about. I wasn’t good at scheming either.I completed my 12th an year ago and I am currently pursuing my 2nd year of BSc with Hons. while preparing for the civil services. I am not too smart, but I have confidence that I can crack it. My father runs a huge shop (the biggest confectionery in our city) and usually works 9-5, so he’s mostly at home.My elder sister, now 26 became a professional doctor last year (she was rather smart always) and my younger sister, currently 19, is going to enter college this. At that time we had in our garden, that was accessible from the back road by a little iron gate, a fully equipped shed. It was fitted for having guests that wanted to stay over or were too intoxicated to go home. In the right-hand corner was one of those antique beds with those low bedposts with a ball on top of them, allowing the bed entirely open and approachable.I hadn't given the idea of the blindfold a lot of attention the following weeks. It was early springtime and one weekend, I was.