His musical interest, his scientific interest, his love of racquetball. Dad, remember how I used to go all-out to win on the racquetball court? I'll b... the family tomboy." I always loved to hear you play the piano," said Mom fondly."Please call me Karen, Mom. Karen's my name now. I'm your daughter Karen, and I love you." I looked over the whole group sitting there on the sofa, from Shelly at one end to my Dad at the other. "I love you all. Why can't Karen be a part of this family?"Mom took out. My knees went weak again. “Let’s go to your room,” David suggested, and I nodded, taking his hand, and leading him down the hall. Before we got to the bedroom door, David pulled on my hand forcing me to stop before bumping into me. We both laughed. He pushed me up against the wall again, he was firm, strong, in control but gentle. He put his face close to mine, he was breathing me in. I watched him, hearing only the sound of our breathing coming on heavier with each moment. I went to move my. He was a 6-foot, 26-year-old, confident young man, with a gym-honed body and a smiling visage. His wife was an equally tall, stunning, 23-year old, athletic type who loved swimming and riding a Harley in a leather outfit.Their honeymoon week at the Ananda spa in the Himalayas was one of unbridled passion and lust. She loved to tease him and showed signs that she would be the dominant partner in their lovemaking. When she came out of the hotel pool after a swim in her tiny two-piece, he could. The street along the side of the building, wider, with two-way traffic and the occasional city bus, marked the edge of the village because on the far side was the parkland belonging to a century-old private golf course. Most of the houses were small single family dwellings but, on the corner across from the day-care, there was a large apartment building of perhaps 150 flats on ten floors. Local residents were in the habit of using the golf course as a wooded park during the summer and as.