That's a filthy book!" Ah found it on the bottom shelf." Abigail turned to the inside front cover. "Who's Annabel Spott?" Sprott," Margaret muttered. ...She was ... umm ... a tenant," she said quietly."Oh ... not want her books?"Margaret took a deep breath. "When you were a baby. She'd um..." Margaret gulped. "She was murdered." Here?" Abigail asked, and Margaret shook her head. "In the flat?" Nah. Outside. But um ... well it affected a lot of people. We dain't talk about it. And you won't go. Mmmmm! I moaned softly as she slung an arm up and over me. My heart began beating madly. But it was nothing compared to when she began softly kissing my neck. Another blissful moan escaped me. Hearing it, she flipped me onto my back and, lying atop me, planted a juicy kiss upon my lips. The shock that first filled me soon washed away when I began reciprocating her eager tongue strokes. Mmmmm! we moaned softly as our tongues danced around madly in each others mouths. Unfortunately, I felt her. You slide off the stool thinking to follow her, but change your mind, knowing it will only result in her yelling at you in the street. You'll call her tomorrow and apologize, you decide, and climb back on the bar stool. The bartender sidles down towards you."Broads, huh Tommy," you say to him shaking your head. "Blow up over the least little thing." Sure Sammy. You want a fresh one?" You nod and drain the glass in front of you, thumping it back on the bar and wiping your lips. "You might want. Just then she felt her father’s arm wrap around her mid section, pulling her tight up against his hot skin. He had been watching her through sleepy eyes, trying to determine what was going on inside her pretty little head. Michael kissed her lips for several tender seconds before pulling away and staring into her deep green eyes.”Regrets?” He asked softly. Pushing an unruly dark curl out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.Sarah stared at him with confusion. “W-What?”“Are you having.