She looked a fright. Her hair was tangled and balled up mostly on one side of her head, her eyes were red and bleary as she rubbed at them, the oxfor... shirt she had stolen from his closet was half-opened and buttoned crooked, and there was giant hickey on her left boob. She looked about one tattoo short of having been screwed, blued, and tattooed. He chuckled to himself, then pulled her into a hug before she could ask him what he was laughing about. He bent to kiss her, but she put a hand. She almost stopped in, but it wasn’t a good idea, Gina would want to talk about ‘it’ too. As her best friend, she wasn’t as — intrusive — as her mom, and Martha knew she was trying to help, but what she felt she needed more than anything was space, and the hills past the old mill house was the best place for her right now.She turned the corner past the mill and simply looked out east for a moment. The contrast between the decrepit old mill and the stunning beauty of the rolling hills always. ”Clint groaned at the sight of her little-girl tears. He spoiled her when she was like this. He glanced at me. I knew he would be stern with her if I pressed the issue, but hearing Alicia whimper made me sigh. Even as an annoyed anger swelled through me, I grunted, “Fine. Have your turn, Alicia.”“Yay!” she squealed, bouncing up and down, her pigtails flying. “Thank you, big sister!”She gave me a hug and a hot kiss right on the mouth before she broke away. Then she threw herself at our brother,. As we were on our way out she called me back and told the other boy to leave as she had some work with me. I was expecting to get laid and confidently came back into her house but all my confidence lay broken to pieces at my feet as she gave a tight slap on my face and asked me what I had been doing.She reminded me that she was my teacher and that I should respect her. Instead I had been treating me like a hussy and pawing her without permission. I was speechless. I then tried to pacify her by.