Life with Dylan would have been filled with arguments fights, and probably his infidelities. With Matt, she suspected that it would be love, passion a...d a lot of understanding and happiness She recalled all the little things Matt had done for her. She also remembered the things she had done for Dylan. She had let him use her, body and soul. Unconsciously, her hand went to the pendant that hung from its slender chain. It was the present Matt had given her. She realized what she was doing and. I just lay on my back and enjoyed the feel of it poking up and rubbing at her thin quilt. My lieutenant had given me a pass for a week's leave after I told him what had happened to Susan and me and after one of those doctors over in camp looked at my bruises. He thought the stocking on my injured member was funny until he pulled it off and looked at my damaged rod. He gave me some stuff that smelled even worse that the ointment Mrs. Snyder had made.On the 27th, I had barely been able to stand. I met her eyes. “I didn’t find you, you found me. I came to attend the ceremony. I’m an architecture student.”She hesitated for a second, probably thinking over what I said. “What’s your name?” she asked, looking even more dangerous.“Seth,” I said. “What’s yours? Who are you?”“My name is Valory Rosenbaum,” she said, taking a step closer. “And I’m a lecturer for the School of Architecture here.”“Okay,” I said. Some of my anger diminished but only because I didn’t understand what was really going. ”Steven looked surprised and said, “Your sister was here yesterday?”Bree looked really excited as she opened her phone and said, “She sure was and she’s a real cutie. She’s both our types.”Steven froze when Bree showed him the picture. He then looked at me in shock.At first, I worried that he had put it together that she and I were one and the same. But I quickly shrugged away that notion and said, “First I have to tell you she’s not my half-sister. She’s more like a Step-Sister. My Dad married.