“My dearest Melody,” I began. “You were the first to teach me about love. You helped bring me back to life and show me a light—a way to be hap...y.” I stroked her sides and cheeks, quickly down her legs and back up the inside, gliding past her sex and looping lightly around her breasts before I let my fingers slide up the curve and lightly pull at the nipples. While Melody was moaning, I pulled the first necklace out of the drawer of the bedside table. I held it so she couldn’t see what I was. We found that whether two people are married or not they can purchase property, buy a car, rent an apartment, have kids, etc. So, who cares if we are married? We love each other and intend to spend our lives together including having children. No one will really know we’re siblings unless we move back to our parents’ city. We intend to just stay in this city after we graduate or move somewhere else depending upon the job situation.While in high school, we both dated some as a cover for our. “Anything interesting?” Janice Rand asked as she looked over his shoulder.“Not really,” Jim replied as he cleared the screen. “Just another chance for them to put the trained monkey on display.” he laughed.“You’re hardly that,” Janice smiled.“Well be that as it may, that’s what these orders sometimes make me feel like,” Jim replied as he looked at his former aide. As he did, he noticed something new. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t congratulations in order?”“Actually, the promotion orders. It was easier for us guys, I think. I don't think it was easy for the girls, though." Harry. There's something I have to tell you. I'm black. African American ... or African Canadian ... or something," she laughed."No! Really! Jeez ... how about that. I'm Chinese American. I don't suppose you noticed that." Well ... there you go ... a pair of oppressed minorities. The two of us. We must be a natural fit, don't you think?" If we are oppressed, we're not doing a very good job of showing it," I.