Guy took a moment to look upon her beauty more closely. She had chestnut brown hair that flowed down her back to her waist, breasts that heaved with e...ery intake of breath and strained against the green and gold bodice, and full rose pink lips. He shook himself from his reverie to concentrate on the task in hand. Holding the blade towards the lady’s throat he pressed the cold steel gently being careful not to break the pure white skin, he bent towards her ear and whispered softly ‘Awaken.’ With. The only difference between me now and methen is that I used to smoke pot.Maybe it is my meekness that made my father hate me. After my mother diedwhen I was still an infant he became solely responsible for myupbringing. And he was a rubbish father. He certainly did not believe insuch sentimental nonsense as thinking that a father should have a lovingrelationship with his offspring. Even though he was a desperatealcoholic, and he hadn't been working for the army in decades, he stillalways. Basically I and Swetha are more like close friends, we share everything, but she hates love so I just don’t talk about love to her. She is very clever in our family as everyone likes her a lot,she don’t like to get married so she said no to marriage whenever her parents asked her to get married, she said me personally that she hates to get married as she don’t wants to be under anyone’s power. Things went smooth till one day.27-8-2007 I still remember that day. When my mother got a phone call. He just smiled as he took a seat and blankly stared at the TV screen. My satin pyjamas suddenly seemed like a bad idea. The thin cami straps barely held up my breasts and the shorts had ridden up to show a more than decent amount of my thighs. I tried to shift discretely but the sound caught Joey's attention and his green eyes rested on my body. He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have drank so much. Please don't tell my dad, he'll go crazy." Poor kid, I thought..