"So you're not attracted to me, and you're afraid you'll hurt my feelings if you say that." Her face drooped.He looked shocked. "Hell no!" he gasped. ...I am attracted to you! I'm attracted to you like a mother fu-" He cut himself off and frowned. "Sorry. My language kind of got out of control over there. I mean I really like you and I want to..." He stopped again and his cheeks darkened. With an effort he finally got something else out. "Let's just say when I found out you weren't my sister, I. I was a real tomboy growing up. My favorite thing in the whole world was sailing with my Daddy. While other girls dreamed about becoming a model or an actress, I wanted to be a pirate.While Granny and my mother began teaching me about my heritage around my ninth birthday, things really changed when I turned 13.“Isobet,” my mother said, “it’s time to start your training.”“Training? What training?” I asked suspiciously.“It’s time you learned the ways of your ancestors. Granny will teach you, with. Maybe me and Sarah could run away together. Now there was thought.We left to get the food and supplies. Mike had given me a debit card, and some pretty specific instructions. New undies for me, and Sarah, as well as an outfit for her. “If she balks, tell her it’s partial pay for the work she did today, and to apologize for hurting her feelings. If she still balks, tell her I’ll spank you if she doesn’t agree.”He laughed and smacked my bottom playfully. Every time he play spanked me my button. Those desperate brazen whores he picks up drunk in bars, fucks wildly, drains in the fading moments of pleasure, wipes their memory and drops them off back where ever he found them. They disgusted him, the entire act did, it was only by necessity to live that the act continued to carry on. He felt nothing for those women, that’s why he always went with that type of girl; the complete opposite of Lola. Those harlots with their curve less, petite, tanned bodies, dark brown eyes and short blonde.