I wanted to some how - some way, make you like me. Now that I’ve met you, I really do want you to like me - and I want to hold you, and have you hol... me. I want you to like the way I look as much as I like the NEW ME... “Please - tell me what you see.”“You have to understand, you now have an identical body to my Mom and my step-sister, Debra - and there’s no way I can look at you and not like the way you look. You have to understand too, you didn’t have to let me change you, for me to like you.. "Huh... that wasn't there before," she said quietly to herself before walking quickly over to it, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor.She picked it up and studied it a moment. It was your standard Hallmark red envelope but on it in familiar writing was her name."What the fuck could this be?" she wondered. Irrational thoughts quickly kicked in. She thought about poison pen letters and remembered the big jolly Christmas mall Santa who she had sucked off in an alley just a few days ago.. I’m pretty sure those guidelines didn’t envisage me finding myself, after dark on the day school broke up, in the local park’s quietest corner. And no doubt I wasn’t expected to copy Alice and wear the sort of boob tube and shorts that mum tut-tutted about whenever Alice had shown up in them.But, had they known I had sculled the vodka cruiser Jimmy had nicked from somewhere, I so would have heard, “We’re really disappointed in you Annie.”Parental expectations, however, weren’t in front of mind. " I want you..." she replied."Baby, I KNOW you want me, and I KNOW we make love, and it's sweet and it's gentle and for the most part, satisfying." For the MOST part?" she replied, taken aback.I took a really deep breath. Now I had to be honest or forget about my desires. I really, really didn't want to fuck this up. I love her, a lot. "Yes, for the most part." What are you not getting that you want?" she asked."Nasty" I said, breathlessly. "Pornographic, lustful, quadruple X-Rated." I stopped.