I think I was only being protective when I took up station at the door and did not let anyone in until Jen came out. I even considered going in there ...ith her but she wouldn't allow it. She said she needed her privacy now that she was getting older. I thought, 'yeah right, 11 and three quarters is older.' I guess I'll never understand women if I live to be a hundred.Three months later we turned twelve. I was getting more mature while she was getting more sophisticated. I dressed for comfort. "Dey needs da guidance!" Miho slurred.Straitening enough over key's shoulder to emphatically gesture."Avz a eperence womenz!" Know any?" Key responded crossing to their mutual bed.Lowering her inebriated partner then gently as possible to its awaiting surface."There you go." She added brusquely, surveying where Miho tottered semiconscious perched on the edge, in more ways than one."You're a real mess partner." Key observed tiredly. "You know that?"Mihoshi nodded, slightly sullen eyes closed.. " It used to be called 'doggy style' in my day... is it still?" Sometimes, yes," Stephen agreed, before adding, "but we don't just want you to paint us... you know... the front guy on all fours and the back guy upright with his hands on his hips. We don't want this to look like the sort of gay sex you'd see scrawled as graffiti..." What appealed to us about the examples on your website," Adam cut in, "was the way you paint heterosexual lovemaking showing such vigour... such fervour. We want. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It was all my fault, all mine,” Catherine sobbed, her head resting on the table.Elizabeth clasped Catherine’s hand tight, her other hand on Catherine’s head. She was fighting back her own tears.“It wasn’t, my dear, it wasn’t. It was me. It was my fault. I pushed him, I pushed my own brother.”Catherine looked up, disbelief in her eyes, teardrops still rolling down her cheeks.“Wha… what are you… are you s-saying?” Catherine stuttered.“It was me. I… I had feelings for.