As they cast off their clothes, coarsely woven, beautifully dyed fabric hung in the air for a moment before it fell. Soon they were completely twiste... together, like someone attempted to braid them together by their limbs. The heat within and without was accelerating their lust. Their skin glistened in the sunbeams, and their breath roared with the beating of their hearts. Guttural, unabashed noise echoed through the sandstone chamber as their pleasure mounted.Even watching them was. Polished table. Wine. Chatter. Cardinal Newman looking down from his frame. Me biting my lip. Tell us everything they say. And then they tell everything. All about me. Kiddy stories. Abi laughs.My hands are hurting. My palms are burning. Sis sees me writhing my fingers. Gently pulls my hand towards her. She looks at the mark, burnt red. She can guess. From all those times in her room or mine with a hair brush or a wooden spoon or whatever. Girly games with bits of rope. She can guess.In my room. My designs were solid and always met the demands of the assignment, but they tended to lack that final piece which made others say, "Wow."Well, it turns out that Kevin knew a young lady studying interior design who had the opposite problem to mine. He told me that she had an eye for what would fit, and could use the display programs to show how her designs might look in practice after selection of materials and customizing. He insisted that if I worked with her I would definitely win, and even. Normally at the office she didn't wear much makeup but tonight was special and she wanted to look her very best. She slipped on the matching red high heel pumps she got and she was ready. She waited there at her apartment for her date to arrive, the butterflies in her stomach getting worse with every passing moment. Had he changed his mind after all? Would he like what he saw? She had never dressed up like for him, would he like the change? What would this evening bring? A hundred questions.