We were in the process of cooking spaghetti when Amber started shaking and tears started streaming down her cheeks. Turning off the burners, I led her...into her living room. Sitting close beside her, I encircled her shoulders with my arm. “What’s the matter, Amber? What’s going on? Tell me what I can do to make it better.” “It’s David, Lee. I love him. I don’t want to leave him but I can’t go on living like this. He doesn’t care about my sexual needs. He seldom makes. My mom being quite friendly with us just laughed it out saying that we better save if for our hubbies.The best part I liked was bathing with her. Earlier we used to bathe together only once in a while if we were in a rush. Now we did it more often than not. Since mom and dad are both working, they leave for office at their regular timings. We would sometimes delay our college sometimes and play with each other’s bodies. We invariably dispense all our clothing the moment mom stepped. Tammie. “What are you doing?!? Leave! I know you want to!”She broke into heavy sobs again, her face turning away, unable to look him in the eyes a moment longer. James lingered a few moments before taking a deep breath and quietly walking into the room. He approached her from the side and turned himself around, sitting beside her gently. His sore ass seared as it made contact with the floor but he bit his tongue, making no sound as he joined her. He made no effort to touch, comfort or answer her,. She had blonde hair. It was long but scraped back from her face and pinned up at the back in a French plait. She had the flawless skin of a twenty two year old and the tan of a girl that like to spend her spare time in the sun. She was wearing the sort of outfit that was almost a uniform for the Bureau staff. I guess the blouse was from Hermes; its bold print of gold horse bits on white silk, suggestive of how she like to treat men. She wore a straight, straw-coloured skirt that skimmed her.