That was nothing compared to the tricks they played on each other. One night morning when my brothers were out for job and Anitha SIL was taking showe..., Swetha SIL stole her towel and clothes and ran towards me and caught my hands, dragged me to hide besides the door as Anitha SIL tried to sneak out of the bathroom naked and dripping wet, covering one hand over her bush the other over boobs. She walked right into Swetha SIL and me and gasped in surprise as her hands fell away leaving her nude. It took three times for me to dial the phone.”“So you had no problem with me shooting him,” Rev said.“Like your shots did anything but draw his attention,” Harry said.“But you weren't complaining at the time about me killing the customers,” Rev said. “How did you know I wasn't using lethal ammo? Back to the problems at hand. For the spirits, I think defend ourselves and release them from the confusion one at a time and let them leave or deal with them. For this drek head and your future. He's so beautiful, isn't he. Don't you want him to fuck you?" "Sure I do. But you shouldn't wait. He's not gonna be in there for ever," I said and was literally dragging her off of the bed. Holly rose to feet, her legs unsteady. We stood in the threshold on the bathroom for several minutes before Holly just gathered her courage and headed for the shower. She drew aside the clear plastic curtain and stepped inside.I tiptoed inside and sat the on the toilet. I watched Nick and Holly and their. And yet these words have reached somewhere deep inside me and touched a place never realized. The witty banter… the sexual innuendo… the subtle erotica. Heh… her words, that are so true. Eagerly awaiting each reply that forces me to look further into myself, to see and feel and think about possibilities never imagined. How has she done this to me with mere words? The immediate understanding between us? The words. The very act of writing. The writing is our safe little world, where there are no.