His grumpiness was just one way he expressed his love for her. He was abnormally protective, not smothering, but watchful. Water-skiing was a good exa...ple. He really didn't like her jumps, really, really didn't like them, but no one else was allowed to pilot the boat. No one - no exceptions.With her hair just damp, Bianca leaned back, her face turned up to the sun and let the warm summer wind wash over her, loving the smell of saltwater. She could see Julian's frown and she smiled.In the last. Truth be told, she was getting more than a 'wee bit' aroused - an of late familiar feeling bubbling between her thighs - but would never admit that, even to Ethan. With no answer to give, he gave a shrug and turned to face her once more."So, what's up? I thought you weren't coming over until five... Gretch?" He waved a hand in front of her to unglue her wide, blue-grey eyes from the debauchery. A dazed look quickly turned to one of embarrassment as he reached for the mouse, laughing whilst he. It very quickly became clear just why he'd called round and it was also clear that he'd been drinking. He started to kiss me and to feel me up; i could see where this was going and so i tried to push him back and to explain that we couldn't do 'it' this evening as you had instructed me that i could only allow him to fuck me twice a week and that we'd already done that. i'd expected a bad reaction but not as violent as he became. Basically, he told me that he'd take me whenever he wanted and. .Demure. Pretty. Well dressed. Charming. Studious.And if I made that list now...Tramp. Slag. Vixen. Slut. Loser.Nothing made sense. What had happened was so utterly beyondexpectation. It didn't fit.It didn't fit into my brain.I jerked forward a step, even that most simple motion sending back tomy consciousness messages I shouldn't have been receiving.I was wearing high heels. Really high high heels. Stilettos.I never wore them. Except for a brief go I'd had at a birthday partywhen I was.