”“None what so ever,” Camelia agreed.“I am merely conjoining to procreate an heir,” I added.“A male heir, if I fail I shall of course lay ...gain until I produce one.” Camelia added.“Over my dead body,” Mother snapped, “You strumpet!”“I wouldn’t call him a strumpet,” Camelia replied.“Not him, you, you hussy,” Mother snapped back, “And you can go, go far away and never come back.” “Actually mother,” I reminded her. “Firstly It’s my house and if anyone is going anywhere it is you to the Dower. "Kristen settled back again and closed her eyes again. Ruth eyed her uncertainly for a moment, thinking that this behavior was kind of at odds with that big speech her sister had just given her, but finally she gave up on trying to figure her out. Making sure she kept to her own side of the bed, Ruth too settled down and closed her eyes.There was something uniquely comforting about sharing a bed for them both and so, despite all of the turmoil of this evening, they were soon sound asleep.* *. I suck at the cut and taste the saltiness of your blood. Your skin tastes so sweet against it. I kiss up your sides and around to your stomach. I lick from your belly button to the middle of your chest between your breasts. I suck and nibble on each nipple, making them even harder. You’ve stopped crying and look confused. I bring my body on top of you and bring my face close to yours. I take the scarf from your mouth and kiss you with more passion than lust this time, but just barely.I feel you. Marie looked like a woman that knew how to cook and taste to make surewhat she was cooking did taste good. She was pleasantly plump but notgrossly over weight. She looked like an Italian mother."My sister always complains about her weight, I wish she would give someof it to me," said Irma.Irma was Marie's sister and Sal's mother. She was pretty for a fifty-fiveyear old woman and rail thin, she almost looked anorexic."What about me mom? I work out all the time and still have this littletummy,".