”“Like what?” I asked.“Get off your brother.” Mom pulled away from me.Jalal, his slim, fourteen-year-old body shuddering as I rose off his d...ck and turned. My sixteen-year-old tits jiggled as I sat beside him. He put arm arm around me, holding me with such a possessiveness, a huge grin on his face. Even with his glasses on, he looked more a man now than a boy.Well, he was. He had his first woman. Me.Mom leaned forward, her head wrapped in her hijab like a proper woman, covering her hair in all. ’ ‘That’s all?’ ‘Or maybe a tequila sunrise.’ ‘Okies then.’ ‘What are u getting at?’ He gave me a puzzling look. ‘What if I had to much to drink and you wren’t going to give me anymore of anything, what would you do?’ I asked liking the game I’ve played with him so many times before of what if’s. ‘If you had to much then I just wouldn’t give you anymore especially since it’s your first time really drinking. Also depends on how you were acting.’ ‘What if I was really flirty? And I wasn’t drunk,. " She broke down and sobbed for a few minutes. Bonnie put her arm around Angie's shoulder and held her until she stopped.When she had calmed down a little I asked, "So you really don't know if he was killed because of something he found out, or if it was something completely different, right?" That's right, Mike. I have no idea why anyone would want to kill him though. There's almost no crime in Rogerson. Dad liked to brag the he was responsible for that. About the only person he ever arrested. Susan ran a hand over the button's surface, contemplating giving it an experimental push. She could feel her hand ready to apply the final pressure to activate whatever the button may activate, when the screen monitor suddenly flashed up in huge red letters, the phrase:DON'T PUSH THE BUTTONThis was followed by a digital timer appearing on screen just below the instruction, which began to count down from twenty minutes. Needless to say, Susan's hand immediately retracted itself from the button..