We was enjoying each other more like lovers than brother & sister, to so many people this is so wrong, but sex is such a beautiful experience between ...eople that is regarded as special, if it was not for some goody goody telling us all it is a sin or morally wrong no-one would bat an eyelid. And that so called goody goody was probably committing sins left right and center anyway behind closed doors. Why should we all be restricted to who we share this intimate. I went and spent time with her family, sharing a laugh and a joke.As the night drew on, my chances to be with Liza were few and far between. Finally, as the guests were leaving, we found each other at the bar, wherein I ordered us both one of the cocktails I had the staff make up special. A Hulk: a shot of Vodka, a shot of Blue Curacao and orange juice; you could barely taste the alcohol in it. I sipped mine slowly as we talked about everything and anything. Liza drank hers quickly, loving the. She nodded, and walked Jenniferover to her father. The surrounding crowd began to stir and mumble as news ofwho Harold was spread. The redhead smiled at Harold, and handed the leash overto him. She bent down and delivered a powerful slap to Jennifer's ass, makingher flinch and cry out. "Don't,"Harold said to the redhead, who only laughed. "Youthen," the redhead said, making a slapping motion with her hand andpointing down at Jennifer. Haroldlooked down and was startled to see his little girl. Well, well, Betty thought, that’s a turn up for the books.“I think I like him, Bet,” Meg said very quietly, not meeting her eye.Betty sprang off the sofa and bustled over to kiss Meg’s cheek. “If you like him, lovie, then that’s all that matters. Now,” she said, taking the script and lightly bouncing it on Meg’s head before handing it back to her friend. “Let’s get to work. These lines won’t learn themselves, you know!”~~~Towards the end of her stay, one wet afternoon, when there was nothing.