But oursisters thought we were “really” sisters because welooked somewhat alike. I have bright red hair, too manyfreckles, blue eyes and p...le white skin. Carol’s hairwas dark red and very thick, her eyes are green and Ialways thought… jealously… that her skin wasperfect. My breasts were barely bumps while her breasts were Cs.But we were about the same height and we wore the samesize clothes (except bras) and shoes, a size 8 petitdress and 7 shoes. She was a perfect. The sudden magnetic touch of her tender and delicate hand on the seat of my sensations, the twining of the white, soft fingers about my shaft of love, my arrow of desire, together with the sweet, melting softness of her clinging lips, together with the soft compression of her thinly-clad body, strained tightly against my own, all conspired to send the blood leaping through my veins like molten fire, and in an access of passion I drew her roughly to me and plunged my finger, which was at the. They made up for my 'stress' by offering me another car. And a free hotel stay.Even the softest hotel bed could not compare to the hard floor next to the fireplace, where I had spent the previous night. Regardless, I had arrived at my brothers."Hey, sis. We expected you on Friday" Sam welcomed me with open arms. "You never could be on time." he laughed.I told him about the car problems and how a handsome stranger gave me a place to stay for the night. I did however, leave out the part where I. Inevitably Duncan's name arose. Neither of them had seen the Highlander since the war. Georges fixed Deirdre with an inquiring look and asked the question that he had wondered about for twenty years."Deirdre, how did you and Duncan happen to become friends?"The Irish bard thought carefully. Obviously the truth would not be an option here. Yet at the same time she hated lying to Georges. They had only met twice but she had appreciated his dedication to the fight against the Nazis and his loyalty.