Her dad was on me all the time and her mom would hover around in the evenings, so I mostly just thought about her while I jacked off in my bunk at nig...t.Well late one August afternoon I was working in the hay loft and I stopped to look out on the pond and I saw the girl in a bikini swimming. Since I was working alone and had some time to kill I decided no one would know if I jacked off in the middle of the day in the hay loft. As I watched her move around, the water glistening off of her skin. The “emergency boyfriend” who lives in my nightstand got lucky that night. At work the next day, Melinda hustled me into her office and closed the door.“Are you alright?” she asked, her lips inches from mine. “If I came on too strong . . .”“No . . . you didn’t. It’s just that I’m . . .” Not. A. Lesbian. Are those words so hard to say? “Shy. I haven’t been with many . . . lovers before.”“So, you do . . . like me then?”I thrust my lips forward in reply and kissed her hot and deep. Only for a. She sniffles. The first tears run down from her eyes. She looks lovely like that.Her sobs increasing in strength with each moment, she stumbles awkwardly after me through the living room. The rope tugs at her hands from behind, forcing her to bend forward. Her hip bumps the side table and then bounces of the corner of my divan, as she struggles to coordinate herself walking backward. She tries walking sideways and almost trips. I have to give a harsh tug on the rope to keep her steady, spinning. Four sets of chandeliers tiered down with a set for each lower level. They were very impressive.Willow noticed many of the guestrooms in the wings were simply furnished with functional but quality furniture, quiet wallpapers, simple curtains and plain yet quality carpets. The servant’s rooms were also fitted out the same way.The decorators had put a bit more effort into the second-floor area as each room had a theme, but neither Willow nor Prue found them overstated, though they did need.