“He *makes* you do this?” I askedincredulously. “No!” she said “we are both just playing, for fun.” “Sowh...t was with Saturday?” I asked warily. “Well, Larry had orderedme to stay, uh, undressed all day.” Once again I was speechless.“The pervert” I muttered. “No!” she said sharply, again, kind ofnervously, “It *is* different, but I kind of like it.” “Kind of?” “I*do* like. Maybe you're torn between needing to talk to your boss and wanting to enjoy the attention? Again I slide after you sitting closer pressing into you; you've run out of anywhere to wriggle. My hand starts to stroke the inside of your leg. You make a show of putting the paper on your lap. We both know that’s not going to do anything, my hands are already underneath it. "yes... yeah. ...yes..." My hand is now at the top of your thigh my finger tips playing on your warm leg, feeling the heat. The. ... "Heather what the fuck are you doing on my damn computer?" and than I see what the click click click was, she was scrolling down reading the sex story from Lush that I had started reading earlier, talking about two cousins who have their first experience together. "So you just met me, and you already have fantasies about me huh?" Once again I was nearly speechless, it took me a few minutes to get the words out. "Damn it babe you are sexy, I already told you that if we weren't related I. ” They all looked at the screen to read the last statement.Since the Garden of Eden, there have been governments and religions intent on keeping humanity away from the tree of knowledge. But key to the story is the fact that you can’t know what you are missing until after you’ve eaten the fruit.“I’m not sure if it’s directed to us or not,” Maddie said at last. “But ‘tree of knowledge’ and ‘key’ in an article about ‘biblio-terrorism’ gives me the willies. I’m a little concerned about walking.