. ?” She leaned down and gave me a chaste peck on the lips.“I was thinking more like French kissing,” I said. “You know, where I use my tongue...”Now she looked really interested. “Are you seriously going to lick me...” – she looked away, suddenly shy – “down the middle?”“Not just there,” I explained. “I can also go inside you, like I did with my finger.”“No way!”“Come here,” I said, drawing her by the chin. “I’m going to show you how toFrench kiss.She brought her lips to mine.“Tilt your head,” I. When I walked up onto the front porch, my hair was soaked and clung to my face, my neck and my shirt. My shoes were soaked through, so I took them off on the porch and put them to the side before walking into the house. You are late young lady! I heard my dad yell from the other room. He had gotten home before me. And if he saw me like this, I knew Id be in trouble. Sorry dad. It rained. I say as I tried to sneak around to the stairs, but I had only gotten a few steps when he poked his head. I have a Type A personality and I can control and run over most anyone. Do you understand that?”“So far, but how does that involve me”?“When I am not working, I do not want to be in charge. I want someone that can take control, make decisions, and treat me like a lady. I do not want someone that is intimidated by me or that treats me like their boss. I want a real man. Does that make sense?”I hesitated before I spoke, “Yes I understand but why me?”Brittany smiled and looked me straight in the. When I was five, I had a half-sister. Early enough so that I would also consider her like a proper one.When were still young, our father's death was a painful event that marked us all and made us closer than ever before. Not that I hated my sister before that : I actually loved spending time with her, playing when we were kids, buy stuff, watch movies, share books... We'd been growing together, after all. Being older, and always helping her out the best I could, Selina had been realizing her.