." Sarah started, "How was lunch?" It was very nice, thank you," I replied, trying to act completelyblas? and as if it was all so ordinary that there ...as nothing worthtalking about. Maybe it was my turn to torture Sarah just a bit. Idecided I would tell her about lunch when and how I wanted and shewasn't going to force it out of me."Very nice? Hmmmm. Can you be...any more descriptive?" Sarah asked,clearly knowing she was going to have to work for the details."Sure," I replied. "First, I. I point to myself. “Linda,” I tell him. Might as well start on a first-name basis.He gets it immediately; I guess I need to re-think the disorientation. “Lin-da,” he repeats. He points to his own chest. “Oo-go,” he says.“‘Hugo, ‘“ I say after him. “Well, nice to meet you, Hugo. But I think you’re hurt, how about let’s take a look.” He’s been using only his left hand for everything, and I point at the right side of his chest that he’s been favoring.I help him up into the chair, where I can get. I put ona couple of her ankle socks with white lace edging and my white shoesback on. I picked up my coat that had frozen into a solid block of ice,so I discarded it and went outside.I was so scared when I first stepped outside. I could not go into thehouse dressed this way, and I had to get my wallet back. However, forsome reason, I was getting a small erection. I was confused why. Iknow I looked just like my sister now, if you did not look too closely.The rubbing of the thong on my butt. All those hours with a personal trainer and the best beauticians money can buy, paid off in spades for Alicia. As long as I can remember she had an incredible body and the face of a starlet.Dad is a highly successful movie producer who has a constant stream of the Hollywood elite parading through our house. Growing up, I thought it was perfectly normal to have people with last names like Gibson, Roberts, and Hanks over for dinner & cocktails. This was like a d**g to my mother, who would never.