" “Exactly,” Sara smiled, “So, no more kissing, touching or sucking and no more calling me baby, understand,” she went on, “You are my cuck ...riend and that’s all.”“I understand and accept,” I replied. “I want you to look at me and treat me as Doug’s wife,” Sara smiled, “The only thing that Doug and I don’t have is the certificate, but I am his wife!” “Yes you are, and I will,” I replied, “Can I still kiss your cheek?” “Yes, you can do that, but no kissing me on my lips.” I knew that Nicky had. Up and down the stairs we raced, tickling, pinching and pushing when we came close.We ended up in my room, through chance rather than design. I was exhausted, my legs burning with the exertion of running up and down the stairs. I flopped down on my bed, the hem of my sundress rising to the top of my thighs. My pants were still modestly covered so I felt no need to pull the hem back towards my knees. Besides, he was my brother and I felt safe in his presence.He flopped down beside me on the bed.. But age has no consern to me. I take what I want, at any given time, and place, where ever that is. This is from one of my hunts.Monday, noon. I'm heading for city, walk the pedestrian street in center and enters Sears, and I roam the place, looking for a pray. In the department for lingery I spot her, a yount woman, 5'4" and around 120 pounds, nice figure and blond. Discretely I follow her, watching as she finds some frilly underwear, and then when she enters the changing cubicles. After 10. We have to keep this quiet. They will kill my ... friend ... if they know I'm alive. Oh God, Julie knows! What if she tells?" Elizabeth was panic-stricken."What's that supposed to mean?" Julie asked, thoroughly irritated.I jumped in to avoid yet another conflict."Elizabeth, Julie has her own secret, one that would result in her death and our probable return to the cycles if it were revealed. I think she can be trusted to keep yours." Elizabeth looked unsure."Julie, Elizabeth agreed to die in.