.."They pulled me into their room, cutting me off. One of them - Yvonne I think - leaned in and kissed me. "Don't think about it," the other one said,...then they switched places. "Just let it happen," the first one said as the other sister thrust her tongue in my mouth, and the cabin door swung shut behind us.Yvette had my shirt halfway off before the door began to close; Yvonne had already stripped her blouse off and was working my belt buckle. I kicked my shoes off into the corner and helped. It was the first time I saw a hint of fear in his eyes, when he talked about the mob guys and their silly code of honor that required a prompt response to some sort of supposed insult to their authority in the community.We saw a pair of Don Leone’s soldiers in the back of the church. They were standing right next to the holy water and I fully expected it to start steaming and evaporating just because they were so close with their evil intent. I was still a bit of a romantic and probably overly. I made a quick trip to the grocery store for a few things she liked to eat, and she helped me clean out the motor home.During our first full day together, she taught me what she knew about makeup. Her mother hadn't allowed her to have very much, so I learned about blusher, eye-liner and lipstick. I liked the lip gloss the best. The second day she told me a lot about clothes and shoes, and how to wear something in a flattering way.For the next week, I was kept busy acclimating myself to clothing. “O look, it seems to be a river shack or something. Come on, let’s see,” she said, lifting her skirt over her knees and pulling on my hand. As we scampered up the rocky bank towards the structure, she lost her footing and fell, scrapping her knee on the rocks.“Ouch, darn it anyway. Now look what I’ve done,” she said looking down at her skinned knee.“Let’s see,” I said, kneeling down to look at the scrape. I had her leg in my hand just above the knee. It wasn’t bad, didn’t even break the.