“I’m sorry, Brother John! I’m sorry!” He headed for the back of the van. Brother John followed.“You’re very late! Today of all days!”“...’m sorry. One of the cheating shopkeepers tried to short us a couple of boxes.” He waved a crumpled-up invoice as proof of what he was saying. “I wouldn’t let him.” He hoped that his defense of the Family from the heathen townspeople might buy him some grace for being late. He threw open the door. “It’s all here.”Brother John sighed without looking into the van.. They had barely moved from Laura's front door. Their eyes were locked, throbbing together, their longing for each other almost palpable in the air.Slowly, Laura raised one hand to Jonelle's incredible face, but before her fingers could touch Jonelle's cheek, Jonelle moved forward, brought her mouth up close to Laura's, and they quickly melted into a long, emotional, then sexual kiss.Nothing touched but their mouths, until halfway through the kiss they came together, holding one another so. Her full upper body on left was touching mine including her left boob, waist shoulder. I understood the signal but since she was not talking to me I thought it was unintentional and kept quiet. My mom took the blanket and slowly she told “The last time I had sex with your father was ten years ago.I had no other physical relationships other than with your father. How many time in the past ten years I thought he is going fuck me. He did not. How many times I thought to getting laid by some other. I tried to fight it back, shutting my eyes to the erotic scene before me. A sudden sickness welled up in me. I could taste the bile rising in my throat as my stomach wrenched in fits of spasm. For a moment, I thought I wouldn’t be able to hold back the sickness any longer, and would vomit right in front of them. Only when I looked at the two again in lust and want did the sickness begin to recede… And once again, as I had experienced at Beetlesmith’s, I was standing outside of myself. I stared.