I had always wanted adventure, I had lived through several already in my life. Did I want to really go adventuring again? I guess I needed to think ab...ut it some more. Then I had a thought and tried hard to think ‘Barbara, I have a question’ and instantly she appeared again.“Yes Bob, what was your question?”“What happens to me if I do go on this adventure, I mean does a duplicate of me go on living here in this time and place or do I just have another heart attack and die here as I go on living. But we don't do vanilla. We're not gentle. You need to trust us because we don't want to scare you away. We went to keep you. We want you to be ours." I was speechless. They read my diary? Most of the things I wrote in there were all about them. I wrote how I wished I cuddled with Kevin while watching a movie, where we kissed and later on had a slow and gentle sex; the same thing with Jerome but the place was at my room on my bed. Hmm, maybe I was a bit of a vanilla."So, pet, do you trust us?". It all felt so easy, so natural. Yes, Sloan was my sister, my own flesh and blood. And, of all people, why shouldn't I be helping her feel good?Together, the gentle bumpings of our fingertips brought Sloan to the trembling precipice. Her milky-white skin flushed to a hot pink in blotches. Sweat seeped from her every pore. A quick spasm shot through her body. She froze for an agonized moment. A high, strangulated sound pealed from her throat. At last came the slow, rolling quake. She cried out,. He was breathing hard and he ripped his mouth from hers. “Where are we going?” he rasped out. “Here, I need you now; I can’t wait until we get somewhere else.” Clare panted, reaching for his lips again. He strode around the corner of the building and pushed her up against the wall, kissing her and rubbing his hands all over her, wherever he could reach. Her hands were sliding all over him, and she was trying to get her hands between them to reach the bulge that she could feel through his.