"She felt she had to try harder."Oh, come on now, Bob. I make a mean coffee."She smiled as kindly as she could. Bob seemed to fight with himself, as i... asking if it was okay to make eye contact with her."If it's not too much trouble, Misha."Misha slipped back into the house and clicked the kettle on. She continued to watch Bob as he set about the gardening again, while her hands busily prepared the cup and coffee.Less than five minutes later, Misha was stepping over her slabbed patio towards. Her brother was much better, not exactly happy but at least feeling safe and secure. It had taken a while to calm his fears about the special room but eventually she had convinced him there was nothing to worry about. Although she did not tell the real reason they were there. It had concerned Beth though, when he had told her life was now okay and that he was praying nothing would spoil it. He had friends now, he said. He was being included in activities and there were people looking out for. With her curled, pretty hair she had a set of bluish grey eyes. To many they were stunning. He always loved them along with several other features too. There was her curvaceous body to start with along with her big, round, and quite voluptuous breasts which he had convinced himself, once she’d turned 18, he wanted to hold, intimately, with his hands. Now those, he decided, were as large as melons go. He didn’t know about the adjoining nipples but he sure he would like them anyway and he knew. Erin was nervous, still unsure what all this was about, yet he continued to move behind the couch, behind her. Erin’s eyes followed him there, but when he stopped behind her, he softly his palms on her side of her head and gently turned her to face away from him. His hands moved down her cheeks, the silkiness of his skin surprised her. No callused fingers, just soft, gently hands that ran down over her neck and rested softly on her shoulders. His hands began to knead at her shoulders, massaging.