"You can expect that every time you near a door or window that is off limits," he stated in a soft tone, walking over kneeling down next to her. His r...ch blue eyes locking with her pain-filled gaze, "it can also happen if I press the button on my watch." He added showing her the device attached to his wrist, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his arms, carrying her to the living room where Erica sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her husband laid the girl upon. We were both a bit nervous…but I liked what I saw and I could tell she did too.Finally she asked if I had time and if I wanted to go to her place which was close by. I agreed and we drove off and met at her house. I walked into the house and she went to the kitchen and I sat down at the kitchen table. Marlene was talking a mile a minute walking around all over the place, getting coffee and snacks. As she walked by… again… I gently grabbed her arms to stop her from moving, slowly brought her. So far, Linda had always thought on Amy as her baby sister. The "kid". The "virgin", certainly. The sweet "baby".But, that Friday afternoon, she saw another side of Amy. The sexy side. The slut side. The bitch side.Until that Friday, she was sure that Amy was still virgin. Then she realized that, not only Amy had been having sex (with her own siblings, and others), but she was also a slut.Amy, suddenly, was no longer the shy girl. In Linda's mind, she only had to say "shut up" to Amy, and Amy. ’ It wasn’t the first time I heard that – she called me incorrigible on a weekly basis. I tried to be mature. ‘Sam, you’re …’ I stopped, looking for the right words. ‘Repulsive?’ she mockingly tried to complete my sentence, tilting her head slightly to the side and giving me her best smile. Repulsive? Sam was the material of every man’s wet dream. Five foot seven, flawless olive skin so soft that it begged to be touched, light-brown wavy hair with natural highlights, an angelic face, incredibly.