Saturday and Sunday, I wouldn't allow any harsh treatment of her that would leave marks. I didn't want Aunt Jane to see any evidence of abuse, and mom...was returning to her job on Monday. Ron understood, but Bob complained, until mom suggested that he could pinch her nipples, because that didn't leave marks. The little bastard took advantage of that at every possible moment. Mom could be heard sobbing as Bob relentlessly pulled and twisted his aunt's big, sensitive nubs.Sunday morning, I allowed. Amber discovered the love of her life, Dave, and moved out of our cottage and into his. Fortunately, his cottage was next door. I spent a lot of time at their house. I was there at least four nights every week. Amber told me she wanted to make sure I had a few well-prepared meals every week. I never liked Dave, I always felt that Amber deserved better, but then I never felt that any guy was good enough for my Amber but me. I never knew just how true my suspicions were until I found Amber. I took many opportunities to cross and recross my legs, providing little glimpses of my red lace panties to keen observers, while also tugging at my hem in mock outrage at its inexcusable affront to my modesty as it continually rode up over the tops of my stockings.As the evening wore on, I consumed six or more of my special Bloody Marys; adjusting my perceived level of drunkenness with each one. In one inspired move, I leaned over the table to pick up my glass – providing a long, sexy look. ”“Of course not, why would I?”“Because I think you like me.”“No, I don’t like women, I like men.”She laughed and let go. “Right, if you say so.”She left and went back to her room, and when she was gone, I sighed. She was right, I had loved her touch, but there was no way I would tell her that. If anyone found out, I would be taken off the training, and my chances to seeing the world would be gone. I would end up staying in the house and doing house chores with Sigrid’s mother.***The weeks and.