I could see the scars where he had been wounded and although his tan softened the scars they still looked severe. He saw me staring at them and he rai...ed an eyebrow at me.‘You wanna touch them?’‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.’‘Yea, you did, everybody does.’ He said without rancour, obviously accustomed to the attention they garnered.‘Just how bad was it? I thought it was just the bullet graze.’ I asked, amazed at the number of scars.‘Well, most of the stuff on my chest was the shrapnel from an. . we HAD been talking about it like the whole week before, so I thought she’d be prepared for it ... Guess I had miscalculated a WEE bit,” he explained bashfully. “Anyway, she stopped screaming, but she was still breathing hard and shaking and couldn’t talk because I had my hand over her mouth. I whispered in her ear that I had been watching her all week and that she’d gotten me too hot to control myself. So while her husband was at work and her kid was at school, I was gonna have her ALL for. Several minutes later, after a hasty shower and a change of clothes, Kat exited the fresher to see that Bob had ordered Kafe and some sweet rolls. He was seated, with his feet up, on a pair of chairs he had moved over by the window. The weather outside looked dreadful, cold and blustery.When Bob heard Kat moving around, he climbed to his feet and poured a cup of steaming Kafe for Kat and handed her a plate with a selection of pastry. "Better eat something now; we don't have a lot of time."Kat. Sometimes, I used to give her a back-rub and leg-massage while listening to her. And to be honest, it used to be the best moments for me as I could touch the hot body of my sister.One day when I got back from my college, I saw my sister laying on the bed. Her face was wet. I figured that she cried herself to sleep. I was very happy as it could only mean that she had a terrible fight with her bf. I decided to try something new that day when consoling her.I quietly went to my wardrobe and got my.