It's what my heart says is right." And I know for a fact that your heart is big enough to deal with another short wait."That said, you deserve a rewar... for what you did for the statist policewoman the other day. It was a brave, Christian thing to do." I did it for everyone," she reminded me. "I didn't do it for a reward." I know you and some of your sisters kindle sparks; you asked me once to kiss you. Sister Rose, there are those here who kindle sparks in my heart as well -- and you are chief. The thought ofthis girl drawing herself into such a vulnerable position seemed so bizarre. "Well," Rebecca continued," she was into all kinds of things- drugs, Satanism - you know, the rebel teen without a clue... except she wasa prolific painter and sculptor too." The proprietor removed the painting from the wall, a poorly lit stalag atthe gallery's end, and walked with Leslie to the glass table. "They lived in Chicago. I think you can see the top of the Sears Towerin the portal over on the. I dared to touch fingers with her, and she dared to clasp our hands. And when I rested my head on her shoulder, she did not flinch or move away. It was a delicate thing, whatever this was, and so we tended it like an ailing infant, cautious and gentle. “Do you wanna fuck again?” I whispered. “Yeah.” She whispered back. Here, we were not cautious, nor gentle. Elena had me against the wall, driving as though to break me through it, forcing her cock so deep into me I thought she might pierce my. In fact I was a little jealous because I had not gotten lucky with any of the girls yet and wished I could find a female not my sister who would do the honors without delay. It was hard for me to admit that at eighteen, I was still technically a virgin. That was sort of the kiss of death to a teenaged boy looking to act cool at that time.Next month was October and Halloween would be upon us again. That was the time of year that my sister got sort of weird if it were possible for her to get even.