So I just pretended I entered by mistake. I reached the room and laid on bed casually. She came close to and asked to call the room service for wine.I...did it immediately and we enjoyed the cold evening and I kept on staring at her. She was soon in my arms and we contemplated at the sunset. Her still wet hair had the most intoxicating smell.I turned her head by her chin and kissed her. We kept on kissing for a while and my hands kept on running everywhere in her lacy dress. She pushed me and. “wow I'm going to be a mother! I have to tell Marcus! Oh, shit my daddy! If he learns I'm having a black baby he will kill Marcus. I have to figure something out. I'm not aborting my baby. I got a perfect idea. I'll run away with Marcus and we can raise our baby somewhere where we won't be bothered. I hate to leave my father but he's never going to let me raise my baby knowing that it's half black.”She quickly runs off to go find Marcus. She knew he would be at the Cotton Fields picking cotton.. You asked me why I was trying to get into your room. It was a very awkward situation, but I managed to make up something that saved me. I told you I felt ill, and coughed. You went to the kitchen and brought me some tablets which were meant to make me feel better. Oh, how gorgeous you looked in your nightgown with your robust legs uncovered! I took the tablets, just for the sake of my own stupidity. The next morning when we woke up you suggested that I stay home with you so that my illness. ” my sister was not what you would call a pretty girl; she was about ten pounds overweight, mean as a snake and always had a bitchy look on her face. I followed her to her bedroom, where she sat on the edge of the bed “get the nail polish and cotton balls off my dresser and start my toenails, you perv!” she punctuated this by giving me a quick kick. After three coats, a few kicks and a lot of blowing her toenails were finally dry. When i got up to leave she said “oh no, not so fast, i’m not.