.... As soon as my beautiful family are out the door I'm getting ready, going through the meticulous ritual of showering, shaving, buffing and prepari...g myself for you. Fresh from the shower, I wrap myself in a large fluffy towel and walk through to my bedroom, my underwear laid out on my bed, ready. Black, lacey crotchless knickers, and matching bra. I let go of the towel, letting it pool at my feet, and squeeze some fragrant moisturiser into my palm, warming it in my hands before spreading. “Oh please, I need to come so bad.” Rachel said, too loudly. I laughed. “One more drink,” I said. “Your bra will be payment.” I had realized that because the half-bra had no shoulder-straps, it would be easy to remove. But when I undid the back clasp, it hung there until I slowly pulled it away from her breasts. “Rache, your nipples are very hard.” I told her. She looked down, squeaked and blushed. They were erect and begging for attention. I waved the bra at the bartender. “A shot of scotch,. “She was still a little spacey when she turned in last night.”“I hope time to think doesn’t make Beth decide to disapprove,” I said, expressing the worst-case scenario.“I wouldn’t worry,” Beth said from the doorway to the hall. “She’s not quite that much of a bitch. Don’t let it get around though. She has a reputation to protect.”Beth came in and kissed me on the cheek before doing the same for her mother and giving Mel a small hug, exchanging exclamations of “Merry Christmas” with each of us.. We’ll mess you up because we’re smarter than the rest. Peace. When he lived in our ancestral homeland of Somalia, long before he emigrated to Canada, my father made his living as a fisherman. He’s one hell of a swimmer, like a lot of Somali men from coastal cities, and he taught me how to swim. I guess racist old white guys in Ottawa would be surprised to hear that. Anyhow, I’m used to being the exception wherever I go. Back in high school, I excelled at chess, fixing computers and.