” “Why can’t I just come with you?” Lauren started to get up. Tara pushed her back down gently. “Ten minutes.” She flipped her dark aubur... hair over her shoulder, smiled at Lauren, and walked out of the room. Tara ran up the stairs to her room and took out her neon Post-Its. She began writing all the body parts and verbs in Spanish, one on each. Lauren stared at the oven clock, wondering why the hell Tara had left her. How was this supposed to help her with Spanish? She glanced back at the. IS married.I dress well, better than ever in my life. My jeans are new. I have a nice shirt on. New shoes. When Dave comes into the house to take me away, I ask him if I am okay in my dress."You're charming, Lita. Absolutely charming."The trip is not a whole hour. We go into the big government building and ask for the marriage license. The older lady who does these things looks at me strangely, but I am not to be frightened. I am with Dave and even though I am a citizen of Guatemala, it is. We both burst out laughing. He recovered first. Blushing slightly, he said: "If you'd like to follow me, madam?" I couldn't keep my eyes off that adorable ass. I even started day-dreaming about pulling his shorts down there and then, just so I could run my hands over his bottom.At the far end of the store, mercifully deserted, we stopped in front of what was obviously the corner reserved for obscure, little-requested goods. My Adonis pointed to the top shelf. "Green or black?" Black, please."As. We were lovers. She was my girlfriend, just like Rachel was. We hardly remembered being siblings.“Have you been completely overwhelmed by women?” she whispered as we held and kissed each other. I petted her breasts and kissed down the curve of her neck from her jaw to her shoulder. She leaned her head into mine, moaning softly.“There are moments when I have to check to make sure my pantyliner is fresh,” I chuckled. “I haven’t borrowed any clothes from you lately.”“No one is ever going to.