I apologized profusely for my mistake but he just ignored me and continued to count down. The panic I felt was relentless and I desperately searched f...r the means to make myself cum. I tried to tune out the way he was slowly counting down, stopping only to remind me of the pain that would follow if I failed. I was shaken to my very core and visibly upset as he got to 5."I am starting to lose my patience. I’m going to give you ONE last chance. But that will be it! Do you understand what I’m. She pulled two pieces of paper from it. The first was my birth certificate. The second was Iola's. She said, "You have seen these before but I bet you've never thought to compare them." We shook our heads. "Look at the dates. Dare, you were born March fourteenth. Io, you were born on October twelfth of the same year. Of course, I know your pet names for each other. I want you to do the math before I explain."We looked at each other and I mouthed, "Seven months!" Our mother couldn't be mother to. " Be careful," she said. "I'm putting water on for something warm." Be careful," I said.The wind shift wasn't as sharp as I worried about. We swung almost a hundred eighty degrees, though, but when I tugged at the anchor rode, it was taut. Still set. "We're good," I said to myself. That was a good thing. The temperature was dropping fast. From the sticky dampness of the south wind, the shift around to the north brought a raw cold with it.Something warm was below and she was at the stove. I went. The mirror was foggy so she could imagine she could see the shadow of him behind her, trailing kisses on her neck and over her shoulder. She sighed deeply and she could feel her sex swelling from the memory of his touch. She grabbed her strawberries and set them on the small stool near the bathtub with her body wash and washcloth. She carefully stepped into the bubbly, perfumed water and sucked in a breath at the heat. She lowered herself into the tub and leaned back, thinking of how he had.