” A ragged breath escapes her lips. I know she wants this as much as me but I want to hear it. A kiss below her ear starts a new line, but this time...there's larger gaps in between. As I move down her body I keep close enough for her to feel my breath. The second kiss comes at her collar bone, I feel her tensing, her body begging for my mouth at every inch. At the third kiss in the middle of her chest my hands start to drag down her arms. When my hands get to her biceps I pin them again, my. ”“Why?”“You know the answer to that question as well as I do, Sara.”“Will you let him out?”“Yes, but not right now. He must learn a lesson.”“Please let him out Jean.”“Sara, my love. You are so kind; you deserve to be treated better. Barry must suffer a little, because he made you suffer.”“I don’t want him to suffer, I just want what we had back.”“My love, Barry took your children; he condemned you for being brave, for being honest.”“I don’t want him to suffer.”“You know that I won’t really hurt. Anyway, that left me to do most of the house work, take care of my little sister and still manage to stay on top of my school work. What it didn't allow me to do was have much of a social life,especially in High School when my hormones were racing, and I needed interaction most.Don't get me wrong I love my sister very much and enjoyed spending time with her growing up, but I never had much time to be a teenager. Baseball and hockey were my only outlets. I managed to have only two girlfriends. "Least he could throw too," replied Amir."Come here you little shit," said Lisa, slapping Amir across the face multiple times.Such was the mood in Lisa's home as she was raising her only son, Amir. After going through a divorce with her husband who caught her cheating, Lisa moved from Florida to Texas with her son Amir. Before the issue, everything seemed to be perfect for the family. As an older beautiful redhead who looked exactly like Julianne Moore, Lisa married a handsome Indian doctor.