Although a cooked breakfast in theWetherspoons at the back of the market place eased the worst of thesymptoms, by now my enthusiasm for the great outd...ors had waned. Soon Iwas on my way to Carlisle, ready to indulge in less physically demandingpursuits.[Wetherspoons: a nationwide chain of public houses that serve reasonablypriced food throughout the day.]I remembered picking up a second-hand copy of Clive Barker's 'Imajica'from a charity shop on Lowther Street. I remembered going into HMV. I looked around and spotted my stunning friend standing in front of the waterfall, gesturing her finger for me to ‘come here.’ I quickly swim over, walk up the base of the waterfall, and meet her as she wraps her arms around my neck. She passionately stares into my eyes as if to say to me ‘Take me, I[m yours!’ Then she lustfully kisses my lips as she intently brushes her fully toned body up against mine. I loose all self-control after gazing into her eyes and seeing the lust rage out of control. "Treasures, eh? Well okay then." She slowly uncrossed her arms, exposing her breasts to me for the first time. She must have been nervous, because her head drooped, and she couldn't look me in my face. She had nothing to worry about though. I had always suspected that her breasts where fairly large, and I was right. She must wear a really tight bras when she performs, because on stage they don't really show under her tank tops, but when let loose, my god. At least a c-cup, they were nice and. Instead of moving toward her brother to satisfy his wishes, she now felt herself slipping back in her unusual, but now not uncommon, role as his disciplinarian and teacher. She looked back at her brother, shaking her head back and forth slightly, and said, “No Tommy, tell her what you’re sorry for, and then ask her to forgive you.”He knew his stepsister just wanted to humiliate him further, but what could he do about it. It’s not like he had any choice in the matter. So he turned to Shelly once.