She pulled away from me with a wild, wicked glint in her eye.“Now it's you're turn,” she said mysteriously, and pushed her naked flat belly agains... me, engulfing me in a passionate kiss, holding my head firmly in place with one hand as she fumbled clumsily with my belt and fly. With a little help these came open and she unceremoniously stripped my trousers and undies down around my ankles. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my fallen trousers as she stripped off my now unbuttoned shirt,. "Mr Owen's, Office," his secretary's voice answered."Hello, can I speak to Mr Owen please?" I asked."Who shall I say is calling?" This is his daughter." Oh, Alice. I'll put you right through," said the secretary."No I'm Emily," I said."Oh I'm sorry, I didn't recognise your voice. dear, I'll put you through," she said. I doubted she had ever heard my voice before. I couldn't recall phoning my Dad at work.Obviously my sister phoned Dad a lot. It didn't surprise me. She was always daddy's little. She smelled of soap and the wildflowers that surrounded us. And her voice was as melodious as the gentle breeze that occasionally brought her scent to me. I couldn’t help myself, I leaned forward and kissed her. At first tentative, fearing that she would spurn my advances. She kissed me back, her lips soft and gentle. Our kiss deepened and we both opened our lips, sending our tongues into one an other’s mouth, softly probing and tasting. Feeling the texture of each other. The inside of her. I left him six months ago, right after we returned. Around the same time me and you meet. I don’t want that life anymore. I don’t want him. The bastard just wont give up.” She sat back on the couch exasperated by the whole tale. Ritty sat opened mouth on the couch, shocked beyond belief. All this time who would have know that Lacey had been mixed up in shit that deep. “That’s some heavy shit. I always sensed something mysterious about you. But never that!!” As scary as it all sounded Ritty.