Then his face turned toward Lea, they looked into each other's eyes. There was a lot unsaid, a lot that didn't need to be said.They just knew.They kne... they could, and would, do what had to be done when it was needed. They also knew they could love each other in the interim without letting it interfere.They kissed.Tiffany looked on, a small smile on her lips and her eyes soft, glistening."Is that Tiffany Dobson getting all gushy?" I asked."I'll show you gushy, asshole." Said the voluptuous. 'Before he finished, I happened to glance down, and noticed on a low shelf a hardback with Loyd Larcher's name on the spine. 'What's this?' I broke in, bending to pick up the book. It was Not a Jenny More, Not a Jenny Less. A quick glance inside told me it was published in nineteen-sixty-two. No reprints were listed, and I realized that in my hands was an unblemished first edition, complete with dust jacket. The first sentence of the blurb read: When two cousins with the same name fall in love. A perfect specimen. I can sense her fear, her breath increasing, her blood spiked with adrenaline. No one can see us, and she runs deeper into the alley. 'Does she honestly think she can escape me?'Just as I finish the thought I'm on top of her, pinning her roughly to the ground. I flip her over to face me, her expression showing nothing but fear. I feel her bare breasts brush against my chest as my erection pokes her belly."Why are you doing this to me Damien?" Her cries sound so wonderful to. And so they approached him.Even though they weren’t identical twins they looked alike in an astonishing way. Even though that had changed after they approached their Master. Both craved pain and humiliation from the beginning. But the first night they both knelt in front of Master, he decided that sara should be the one living her life in pain and sina the one whose life would circle around humiliation. It might just as well have been the other way around. Yet Master enjoyed the looks sara gave.