Josh smiled at his sister and said, "I thought this would be more comfortable." He moved his thighs forward, his left knee coaxing her legs apart. His...thigh rubbed against the crotch of her jeans, allowing him to feel the damp heat there."Have you had enough practice?" he asked softly."Mm, no," whispered Jessie. "I think I need more instruction."Josh tilted her head back and kissed his sister on the clavicle. He pulled at the collar of her top and exposed a shoulder, planting hot, wet kisses.. Rocca didn’t look pleased that I had spit my drink on him, but it really wasn’t my fault. “What the fuck is wrong with you Tatum?” he snapped. “Are you denying you fucked her?” I was still gasping for air when he said, “Yes I am. I told you, Clint was a sleaze-bag and the cop was trying to get this poor girl to sign a confession she didn’t understand. If she had been guilty, she wouldn’t be here now.” I finally was able to catch my breath and said, “Mr. Rocca talked to Mr. Hoskins on my. ”He frowned. “This?”“Just us,” she gestured desperately between them, still not looking at him. “It’s like my life and your life don’t even exist right now and it’s just us and I can’t bear for it to end even though it’s nothing.”“Don’t cry,” he said. “Please don’t cry.”“I’m not crying,” she said, even as a tear streaked down her cheek. “I just – it keeps me up every night. I feel so angry at you and then you show up and it melts away and I hate how time trivialises everything. You don’t know. I motioned to Angie to pull her gun. Again, we heard that bullwhip crack. I knew now that it was coming from the room adjacent to the front door. I told Angie not to shoot unless I told her to.I splintered the door, and saw Carmelita, nude, hanging by her wrists from a hook attached to a rope run through a pulley in the ceiling. Her father had a bullwhip in his hand, and attempted to hit me with it. I stuck my arm out, and it harmlessly coiled up around my arm. I yanked it out of his hand, and.