The water on the thin white shirt made it stick to her bra and nipples. I couldn’t help but notice her nipples through her shirt because of the wate.... I was getting gentle erections and trying to have genuine conversations with her. I was finding it extremely hard to focus.I respected her and didn’t want to make her feel more awkward. Anu stayed with her mother in an apartment. I dropped her home in my car. When we reached home, Anu playfully asked if I wanted to come in. After some time,. " Are you sure?" Karen pointed to the pretty little girl in the mirrorwearing a fancy dress. "You don't look like a boy. Do boys wear thatkind of dress, or any kind of dress? Do boys wear ponytails with pinkribbons in them?" How?" I asked softly. "How'd you do this?"She held out the stone."This, my sweet little sister, is a wishing stone. I once read abouthow people used to believe in such things and thought it was allnonsense until I ran across this on the beach last week. The storiessaid. Inexcusable, but if i hold it to edit then it won’t post Tuesday or Wednesday. I had Type O Negative’s ‘Love You To Death’ on a loop as I wrote this chapter. its a Gothic-y sexy ballad that kept me in the right mind frame for Gabriel and Abby’s story. Hope you all enjoy it and vote and/or comment. your comments and support (votes) are what keep me motivated to keep writing no matter how I feel. Thank you! *************** Gabriel helped her down from the sharp rocks that led to the beach from. Or were, I guess. That’s why I’m so confused. And what really frosts me is that she won’t talk to me. Which is the same thing that bugs me about Carla and Rachel. Lack of communication.”We sipped our tea in silence for a bit, with just the music playing from the radio disturbing the silence.“So what do we do?” she asked.“You mean you and me? Or individually?”“Either. You pick.”“Individually? We do the best we can with the cards we’ve been dealt. That’s all anyone can do. You take some tentative.