It was more a statement than a question, as I had no way out. His old chapped lips moved in against my soft warm mouth. First he kissed me full on the...mouth, and then went to suck on my top and then bottom lip over and over as if he was trying to be erotic in some form of tantric fashion. I had no option but to allow him to probe his tongue deep into my mouth, and I responded first without much passion, but as I resigned myself to the fact he was kissing me I started to allow myself to enjoy. She sure didn't look like a maid right now in her black, shrink-wrap miniskirt and demi-bra. He tried to imagine the dark-skinned fireball in scruffy clothes, but all he could come up with was her in no clothes at all. He shook his head. She had a point. She could look the part of an illiterate peasant, as he knew her grandparents had been. Teresa had used raw intelligence (and her stunningly sexy body), fueled by a passionate hatred of the drug traffickers who had murdered an older brother, to. As the day went on, that warm fuzzy glow that I got from Emily wasstarting to fade. Not that I was getting any bad feelings instead,everything just felt clearer. That was when it clicked. I didn't loveEmily, I didn't love this body and I definitely didn't want to getmarried tomorrow. She's just manipulating this body into tricking me thatthat's what I want. She must not be able to alter my free will so she'susing positive and negative reinforcement to make me what she wants me tobe.Oh shit. Oh. " So I've noticed," Kelly replied as she pulled away from her mother."Still, I really wish I was Mark... and let him be me instead. Let himsee how things really are. Maybe then he wouldn't be such a pain!"Janice smiled and almost laughed. "Somehow, I don't think your brotherwould make a very good girl. He's got way too much boy in him."Kelly rolled her eyes. "That's for sure! But then I guess I don't makea very good a girl either, do I?"Janice was surprised by the statement. "But dear,.