I had spent hours upon hours learning how to tie the proper knots, and the leather was just tight enough to keep her from loosening it by wriggling an... struggling. In the end she calmed down, lying on her side, breathing hard, and glaring at me with her hellcat eyes.They burned. The eyes were nothing but pools of fiery hot flames glowing with pure, malevolent dark blood red. The eyes of a hellcat were said to be able to light up a room for years after they had been cut from the sockets of it. . badly! She didn’t realize how much so until I objected at her wedding to Sean, telling everyone that she shouldn’t marry him because she still loved her ex-husband. Yes, I did that, and as my punishment, my daughter sent me down here. I’m willing to pay that price for my daughter’s happiness. She doesn’t deserve it, but she’s my baby girl, and I’d sell my soul to save her from herself, if necessary.“Sean took it surprisingly well, giving her a lump sum of three million dollars to just go away. And she still had on her T-shirt, earrings and a bracelet. But I swear all I could see was those long legs.I suddenly realized that I smelled the tantalizing odor of my sister in heat, and that nothing had ever smelled so good in my whole life. This was what they talked about in all the stories, but no one had ever come close to describing this mouth-watering scent. The thought suddenly flashed through my head that that if I never smelled anything else in my whole life, it would be OK. “Well,. After that, I avoided Stan like the plague, even in school. I was devastated and couldn’t understand why this had happened. Was it my fault? What had I done wrong?One day, Simon, a boy in our school approached me. “Stay away from Stan, you Tosspot; he's my lover now.”Simon and Harold were one of several other boy couples in the school and had both been sports mates of Stan before they became lovers. Harold moved away from the area around the time that Stan and I were at hands-off and.