It worked, and I could see that she was furious. She walked inside the house to my mom and dad and asked them that why I was like this and is this the...way a girl should behave and all that. My Mom came to veranda and slapped on my face and shouted at me for a lot of things. All this while, I didn't speak a word and quietly went to my room.By noon I came out of my room, and mom and dad were sitting in living room. Once again, I was nude. Without talking to them, I walked outside. As I was. Jackpot. Fuck she looked good. A simple “hey, how are you?” from me and a “great, how are you?” from her told volumes. The nervous sexual energy I sensed in her bright smile, her wide eyes, her shaky voice, and the way she was still but fidgety at the same time made me smile. ‘This is going to be awesome’ I thought to myself.“You look amazing” I told her.“Thank you!” she blushed and absentmindedly smoothed her tight clothes. “You look great to.” She couldn’t keep her eyes from quickly. " "God, no. If you're in pain that I'm not inflicting on purpose in a controlled and measured way then it's not right. You would signal me immediately." "Oh." "Trust your instincts. You will learn the pleasurable sensation of reluctance, versus the panic of really needing me to let up. It's hard for me to explain but you will get a feel for it. I'm also very observant, so I will watch carefully and study your reactions. If I feel you're struggling I will check on you." "You do that. She didn't know why she was so obsessed with practicing hitting little beer cans when she would only need to hit a warm body from a few feet away. Yes, five or six shots into Desirée's vitals at point blank would put her well and painfully out of the picture, so why was she going through five boxes of fifty practicing? She supposed it calmed her, but the noise was doing nothing for Lightning, who was excitable at best.The girl kicked the empty boxes aside and holstered her weapon. She.