We put the furniture in the garage until we could figure out what to do with it, the clothes in the closet in the spare room, and the computer on my d...sk. Marta explained that she did much of her work at home. We sat in the kitchen with some graph paper as we discussed how to make the house bigger. I thought about extending the rear to enlarge the kitchen and bathroom, adding a door directly from our bedroom and almost doubling the bedroom. Behind the garage on the other side I could add. Often we talked for long hours into the night without any rivalry, especially since our parents were overseas. We had both inherited my father’s small stature and smooth skin. I was short for a boy, and despite several hours in the gym a week, had never grown any muscle, leading to a slim physique. Lastly, since I pretty much never grew hair below my eyebrows, I had resigned myself to remain my effeminate self. Why should I worry about something I could not change ? My little sister was. “She really hurt you didn’t she?” Diana asked, fully knowing the response, and mindlessly twirling her fingers around his chest hair.He tangled his fingers into her hair and looked longingly in her eyes and kissed her. She pulled him up further so she could nestle herself between his thighs and feel him warming up.He fumbled for the remote so they didn’t have to hear explosions and mindless violence. He wanted to focus on this beautiful, half naked woman in front of him. He laced his fingers. I’ll sleep on the sofa.” He said. I looked at him in a disbelief.“Its not that I don’t like you. Its just that I don’t know you properly. I want to know you and love you and then sleep with you. If I sleep with you without knowing you then there won’t be a difference between a wife and a prostitute and you’re my wife. That will be like a shame on my part. Pls do understand.” he continued.“Its Ok.” was all I could say.“Thank you!” he said gently keeping his hand on my shoulder as he got up and.