"Here’s the den," she motioned to a room, "and right down here is the study, and there is the guest room."She halted in the doorway to the bedroom. ...r. Payne was right behind her. "This is–uh—the bedroom." Yeah, I can see," Mr. Payne said. He suddenly moved up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his crotch on her butt."Mr. Payne, don’t," she breathed out. He didn’t waste any time answering her. He swept her around and pressed her to the wall, raking up her dress, pulling. No, I know I am!” His smiling face rose to mine and in the morning light he kissed me full on the lips. It felt different from our first kisses the night before; stronger and more meaningful this time and as I instinctively lowered myself back onto the bed I felt his body slide alongside mine under the duvet. “Oooh!” I giggled, “You’re all cold!” He hugged me tightly and I shivered. “You’ll soon warm me up. Besides, it’s your tea I was making; show a bit of gratitude!” I laughed and pecked him. She ran her fingers over the edges of the box, the engravings on the sides and scratched her head. Her grandmother started to laugh; the sound was a mix between a girlish giggle and the chuckle of a much wiser woman."Nana, I don't want to sound un--"Before Claire could finish her sentence, her grandmother had reached forward and, with a pair of scissors she previously hadn't noticed, snipped off a small lock of her hair."What was that?" Her tone was a mix of shock and discomfort at what had. ” His head dropped immediately and his face turned bright red. He couldn’t look at her anymore.“Tell me. What did you do in there? Were you playing with her panties?” Monica calmly questioned.Nick coyly nodded his head and avoided any possible eye contact with Monica.“Nicholas! You have me available to you pretty much whenever you’d like, you have plenty of my underwear to use, why would you used her’s?” Monica reached down and grabbed Nick’s hand and squeezed as she tried to.