By “forcing” her, her mother simply stopped by to say hi and talk. Seeing as Melissa’s eyes were red and wet her mom knew something was seriousl... wrong. The mother tried getting to the root of the problem but Melissa’s issues in this case were her own. In essence her mother had told Melissa it was time. It was time to decide where she wanted to go and what she wanted to study. She made her point. In the subtle but firm manner her mother insisted Melissa “make a decision.” Melissa finally came. After she was lying down she slipped off her slippers and put them next to the bed.We ended up face to face. Actually, front to front. It wasn't see-through, but the nightgown definitely didn't hide any of her curves. I could feel woman as I held her in my arms."Hate me?" Why should I hate you?" I was pretty tough on her." No. You said what you needed to. I've started to feel a little taken advantage of. I don't think she's been able to have much with those parents. She's probably taking. I've missed your voice.'I just talked about football and diving and weather and some of my more PG rated times over the last while until my sister's eyes slowly closed. I could hear her breathing deepen when she was finally asleep. I wasn't far behind.It was she who woke up first, because all I could hear was, 'Are you awake? Psst, Hunter!'Of course, she knew I wasn't, but that changed on short notice. I stretched out and she rolled to the side, still with her arms around my waist. 'How about. Once I was in position, I signaled for the first of the two unarmed women to join me. She jumped up and ran toward me, despite the fact that she had been warned to stay low. On top of that, she got about half way and chickened out. She turned around to run back to the bedroom, and that was more temptation than fate could stand. She was hit in the head by a shot from the enemy side, and the stupid woman became somebody else's problem. I hated to lose her on principle, but my rational side saw.