Not through my shirt or bra.Direct contact.That sent an excited warmth through my pussy as my hips shook. I was scared of taking this step. There was ...nly one place our relationship was heading—sex.I so wanted to have sex with Clint. To make love to him. To have him as my first man. Our relationship was forbidden, doomed. We were first cousins. I was practically his sister. We could never be together openly. It was even illegal. But...damn if he wasn't such a sexy, young man, growing strong. So I might just let him. He is kind of hunky.Bob: Are you mad at me?Caitlin: I wasn't when you called, but I am now.Bob: Why?Caitlin: Because he is cute, and you're making me go out with him, and I'm horny and that's your fault and I have to go because Mom just yelled that he's here.Bob: Wear panties.Caitlin: You know what I learned today? I learned you can be a real asshole.Then she disconnected.Those kinds of conversations aren't any fun, for either member of the relationship. It's worse for. At that range the pistol was useful.The shot from behind surprised me and the ball tore through my flapping shirt, yanking me aside. I yelled and ran at the man kneeling among the fallen muskets and trying to quickly reload. He dropped his weapon and raised his hands just as I reached him and drove my bayonet through the base of his neck and out his back. He fell and rolled over twice, spraying blood and kicking his feet.I stopped, breathing hard while I wiped off and sheathed my bayonet and. Sylvia, who was still crying and lying in my arms when the front door of the house opened and Mrs. McDonald came out to the car. When she saw that Sylvia was in tears, she ran to the passenger side of the car and jerked the door open. She screamed at me, "What have you done to my little girl? I trusted you!" I just looked at her in dismay. What could I say after having heard that story? Sylvia looked up at her mother and said, "Mom, Michael didn't do anything to me. I told him what you told me.