It's a very good looking face, at least when it's not glaring at me." I don't glare at you," he told her and frowned."Well right now you're frowning a... me and you do not look attractive at all." She watched him frown harder."Just get on with it," he ordered."You have a handsome face. It is also what is called a baby face. You have an artist's face, or one that belongs on a poet. In fact you could be mistaken for a gangly fourteen year old. You have a face women love to kiss." Yeah, I been told. ‘Right… you’d better strip off… it’ll be far more painful on bare skin!’ She smiles wickedly. Despite her protestations in the past to the contrary she IS a sadist. ‘I’ll be back in a mo… don’t go away.’ She cheerily informs me before walking out of the lounge. I remove all my clothes in compliance with her instructions and await with mounting tension her return… The door to the lounge swings open and a few seconds later I feel a chill breeze over my unclad body – I shiver but only partly due. Just as I tried it out, to see what sort of coverage you could get from one spay, my younger sister Susan knocked and entered my bedroom. Holy shit, now I was in trouble, for she had walked straight through the 218 cloud."Would you like to go out for a drink," I asked her, for I was desperate to get her out of the house, I didn't think our parents would understand her lustful behaviour and perhaps the fresh air would dilute its effects."Sure, could do with a drink," she smiled at me, "I'll just. Hope Erin doesn't forget." The sun was setting as Vincent parked his car. He couldn’t find Erin’s car anywhere, so he just assumed she’d be late. “Fashionably late!” Vincent whispered to himself with a chuckle, mimicking exactly what Erin would tell him to justify spending twenty more minutes messing with her hair. Giving up on finding her car, he started walking up the far-too-long driveway. Vincent's cell rang again just as he walked into the party. "Hello?" "Hey big boy." "Erin..." .