My sister must have just shaved in the shower, because there was not a trace of hair on them. Her slit glistened with her own wetness, and I turned my...attention to her ass. That ass...I wanted to divebomb face first into it, but I had to enjoy this. Her cheeks were rosy from the hot shower, but her skin was goosebumped in the cold night air, making the flesh taught across her ass. Ready to finally see my prize I said, "Pull your ass open for me Emily." Moaning at the taboo situation we were. To which he replied for such racist behaviour she had to be punished, and walked to the phone.before he could pick it up Susan blurted out please anything but the police, and went on to say she would do anything if he didnt go to the police. she could wash up or something like that as her punishment.The owner looked at her then saidThere is something you can do as punishment for her behaviour.Susans face lit up at this lifeline being thrown to her.And she said i will do anything to stop you. He got out of the car and circled back to the trunk, removing a man with bound wrists and a bag over his head. Noah pulled him to the edge of the ravine and removed the bag. Dried blood streaked his face and stained his dress shirt. He was in his fifties, a senior in the company.“You fucking retard,” he spat.Noah ignored him and turned up the radio so he could hear the rest of the song. The car’s exterior was an antique 70’s model, worth its weight in gold, but the interior had been upgraded to. As our birthdays are only days apart.I waited a few minutes, just enough to not make people wonder what was going on. When I didn't get a response, I disappointingly rejoined the party.The next week went by with no response. Every day I found myself going into Facebook to make sure I hadn't missed anything. I was beginning to feel like that insecure school girl who keeps checking the phone to make sure it's still working. Finally I decided to send another message."It's been a tough.