I didn’t notice what she was doing and after a while, she suddenly started to disturb me. I was a bit annoyed by it but she was trying to pull my bo...k and notes back. So I caught her hand and tried to get my book back. And in between all this pull and push episode, she fell down on me!Just as when I fell down on my back on the bed, she made us of the opportunity and quickly kissed me on my lips. I didn’t understand what was going on for a few seconds but by the time I came back to my senses,. That image had lasted with me for days, and I'd even framed the photo of it, enlarging it, though never daring to hang it in my room of course. Though I did take it out on more than one occasion, more for admiring the soft lines and delicate sculpturing I had actually caught on film after that as I obviously matured.Though the pictures Collette took became more and more X-rated, it had served its purpose as things heated up, images of me licking my sister's split, and then mom's.Mom ... holding. I have always believed that forgiving a betrayer is just giving permission for that person to betray you again.If I force Mary to believe that I loved her, then I would be betraying her trust. She might believe what I force her to believe, but in doing so, she will have lost that spark that made Mary that unique individual that she is and that I love. It would destroy her soul, for lack of a better word.Don't let anybody ever tell you differently: there is no fucking way to force anybody to. Let me be. . ." She crumpled to her knees and took his hand and began to kiss it at first like a beggar, and then with greater sensuality."My sweet peeper. . ." She began to suck on one of his fingers, looking up, her eyes telling him she knew just what thoughts she was setting into his mind.He weighed all the possible outcomes in his mind. Thought of the possible problems, the entanglements that this might bring. He thought of her family and how they would react. He thought of the local vicar.