”“So we’re good?”“Yeah,” I said. “But that doesn’t mean anything’s going to change, right?”“What do you mean?”I grimaced. “W...ll, comparatively, tonight was a little chaste.”“Pffff!” she scoffed, waving me off. “Please! You wanna see something cool?” I raised an interested eyebrow, and Carrie took my hand and led me back downstairs and then to the door to the basement. She flipped on the lights at the top of the steps, and we made our way down. My eyes nearly fell out of my head. Carrie had. I reach down to take it, and allow myself to be walked from the dais to the first lady inside the door. She is smiling, seated in an office chair, legs crossed at the ankles, hands to her face, eyes darting up and down my body, which Jo leaves so close to her, that she could reach out and touch it. Her lips are now open and damp, glistening in the light. She reaches out with one hand to touch my chest, and with her open palm, feels the smoothness of my skin, slowly lowering it, until I think. He had been in and out of the state for years, and hadn't made much contact with her. But then, after going through his collection of photos, he found himself becoming aroused by her photo.He found other pictures of her, and became obsessed with her beauty, innocence, and vulnerability. He manipulated any photos of her that he could find, fashioning them into pornographic fantasies involving incest, bondage, and rape. She became his beautiful, sensuous, "damsel in distress." And as a catholic,. I waved my mum off and then knocked on the large dark oak door. Ten seconds later, Jas was at the door. She was wearing a very short denim skirt and a black crop top that showed off her curves and plentiful cleavage perfectly. "Hi Hannah, come in!" I forced my eyes to peel away from her breasts and smiled at her as I walked on through. We walked up a large chestnut staircase and then down a long corridor. The house now became more modern with splashes of colour here and there contrasting.