Finally, at his request, she made a pot of tea for them both and he bade her sit down opposite him in the sitting room."Now then, Rosie," he said, "we...ve got to decide on your future." Yes, sir." There seem to me to be two alternatives. I can turn you loose again in the morning or you can stay here. No!" He held up his hand as she started to accept the second. "There are conditions if you stay here. It's only fair that you hear them before you decide."Rosie subsided. "Yes, sir." Right! If you. It's just my arm is tired. Can we halt for the day?" Roland asked a bit breathlessly."Of course. Roland, you need to work on your strength and stamina. Sword work is very serious business. If you're serious about becoming at least competent with the sword, you're going to have to make a choice."I can train you only so far, if you do not work to overcome your weaknesses. Your right hand is weaker than it should be, you become tired too easily, and you keep forgetting that you can move around. If. This is my first story on ISS. I have been a passionate reader of the stories in ISS since the last 10 years. Now, finally, it feels great to compile a story of my cousin sister and share it with all the readers at ISS.This story is about Naina. She had great assets (34-26-36). She looked ravishing in western outfits and was quite bold and extrovert in nature. My sister mostly used to wear miniskirts and knee-length dresses which would easily give a hard on to the guys.My slut sister really. He nodded and laughed with me as he took his shirt off and tossed it onto one of the chairs. I just love to see him without his shirt on and it never gets old. He’s not all abs and pecks either he is just your average fortyish year old man with the slightest hint of a belly. I sighed as he handed me the die. “Your turn and I hope you get something better.” I rolled and moved to a larger space that was repeated in several places. I stared at the ornate space and read ‘Pick a card.’ I guess you.