‘Great. Except for the writers’ block. I’m stuck on this one scene where my character Angeliq—I told you about her, right?—is going to this ...uneral-party-thing. Not sure how to construct the party.’ ‘Because it’s science fiction?’ ‘Mixed with mythology and culture norms. Still working out what a funeral looks like in the world I created.’ ‘Hmm. Have you read the Night Huntress or Fever series? Both do a great job of creating their own world and mythos. Might be a good study guide.’ ‘They’re on. Literally! * I can't believe how this happened. One minute we're fucking like rabbits in a park, the next, she has a key to my house and glomping me when I walk in the door. I love how she did it though; it's just so fucking Nicole! She often does silly shit like this and I love her all the more for it. When she jumped on me with just those pink panties on, I could have just ravished her there. I decided to wait a little, let her tease me for a bit. I like when she teases me, though she doesn't. The fact that one was my adopted sister and the other one was my blood sister didn’t make any difference. I knew it was a sin to fuck around with my sisters but I figured it was only half a sin because one of them was adopted at age nine from the Catholic orphanage up in Westchester and the other one was only half a sister because she had a different father with my dad having been picked off by a Jap sniper on some fucking Island that nobody gave a fuck about other than it had an operating. Chelsea splashed water out, "Shut up!" But she had to giggle since she knew both she and Tami were ready to experience the real thing.The girls emerged from the shower in towels, their hair still wet. The towels barely covered their hips and both men"s imagination went into overdrive. They could see the girls puffy pussies peeking out even though they were in fact covered. "Get dressed," Mike said vehemently."I am not putting that sweaty stinky uniform back on," Tami said. This was supposed to.