‘Well?’ He prompted, raising a thick, perfectly arched brow, his deep voice loud and clear and more than a little arrogant. I licked my dry lips ...nd tried to form a coherent sentence. ‘I’m sorry, what..what was the question?’ I stammered softly. Could I sound more thick? It was those eyes, I couldn’t even look into them directly, it was like they could see right through me. He leaned back on his desk gracefully, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Damn, the man was a fine site. With. She didn't say a word.I'll fast forward through all the boring times I spied again, many times unsuccessfully, and move to the next step in this progression. Once more she was dressing for swimming, and once again the door was cracked just slightly more than the original time.After that first time being caught I was still hooked on spying on her, but my stomach would knot up both in anticipation of seeing her naked once again, even if it was my sister, and the threat of being caught a second. ”“I know. I also know, through Jason and Sean, that you have been ... ah ... researching the title registrar’s activities.”“True.”“Sean told me that you don’t think true venality is involved.”“I think I said that I had discovered no evidence.”“Have you ever visited their office here in Sydney?”“No.”“It is on Level 16 of the Law Courts on Queens Square. It is well-staffed and well-furnished. Do you know the Metro Aboriginal Lands Council? They are in Redfern. On George Street.”“I haven’t had any. I knew i sounded cornered and desperately tried to wriggle free "i told you i am also in a relation, and she trusts me implicitly. Do you want me to betray her trust cause your marriage is not working out and you are so desperate to fuck that if not with me you will screw with any man on street? Thats a hell of a choice sister" "can a man satisfy a woman's craving only by fucking her?" she asked quietly at end of my outburst. "what do you mean?" i gingerly asked, sensing a trap somewhere along.