Maybe because of where we were, but I think it was much more who, not where.“That was incredible!” Stacy said after she caught her breath, wrappin... her arms around my neck, pulling me to her. I was already lost, in love.By then it was twilight, a time I’d never imagined still being on top of the mountain, no doubt Stacy hadn’t, either. It was more beautiful than I could have imagined. We dressed and I set up my tripod to get pictures for Tom. Stacy watched, and I explained to her about my. Vaguely, I recall her reaching behind my head and unbuckling the strap that held that gag in place, pulling it from my mouth, my drool spilling down my chin as I fight for breath, my heart pounding in my chest like a trapped bird. “Aren’t you going to thank your brother, slut?” I blink, my mouth working, unable to speak, unable to even think. Finally, I get my voice under control. “Thank him?” I whisper. “For making you cum.” She says, laughing softly as she kisses me again. Her kiss is soft. " Wow," she said. "That's a relief. I was beginning to wonder." Don't ever doubt that your brother is a good reporter," Mike told her. "It's just that he's had other things on his plate, and this hasn't been first on his agenda." I realize that," she smiled. "But still, it's been hard to wait." I know it has, but sometimes you have to sit on a story until you can tell it. This has been one of those times. But this is also one of those times when we need to be really careful about what we say,. "She said, "Was I really starting to look nervous?"Mom said, "Yes."The phone rang. Mom answered it. She said, "Let me put you on speaker."She did and Dad's voice came over the speaker. "We actually found out quite a lot. I am assuming Britt and Chad are there and listening."This is what we found. Britt, your grandparents were killed in that car crash. Mitch is satisfied that it truly was an accident. He talked to the investigating officer who believes the truck driver fell asleep at the wheel..