I take his hand and lead him to the rug in front of the fireplace. He sits down and leans back on his hands, his legs stretched out before him, crosse... at the ankles. I move to the stereo, and soon a soft melody surrounds us. Everything is different now. The mood has gone from heated, to humorous, to romantic, and then once more the love of our relationship has revealed itself, before the pure need to touch began to fill the room. Walking towards him, I slowly begin to ease the zipper down the. The house was clean but I had about two weeks of clean laundry neatly folded on the couch. I just hadn’t felt like putting them away. You laughed as you noticed the look of embarrassment. We walked out side together to let the dog run. You were wearing sweatpants, a long sleeved t-shirt and a coat. The temp wasn’t bad for Jan 6, about 39. We decided to take a walk. It was a beautiful morning. The road is curvy, narrow and secluded; except for about 4 houses. We walked and talked,. Didn't know if Tia was saying it to be mean or if her sis was really a nympho.One time Tia tried to trick me by covering up her mole with make-up and tried to get me into bed pretending she was Mia. But I knew it was Tia and told her that I could not do that to her sister. She told me who she was and we made passionate love that night. Passinote love is nice, but raunchy sex is so mush better. I'm sure the guys know what I mean.Anyways, one weekend Mia did come to visit her sister or me. . She hadn't wanted to transfer to this school, but her father's political career would have suffered if she had stayed on at her private school, and she had had to join this inner-city, mixed-race comprehensive school, where she didn't know a soul.The faces turned in her direction were almost all black or brown and she wished, for the first time in her life, that she could be less tall, less blonde, less pretty. She stuck out like a sore thumb — not only because she seemed to be the only one.