Now that she was baring her heart to him, how could he do any less? He would confess his love for her too, and all would be well."So who's the lucky g...y?" he smiled, teasing her. He wanted to hear it from her own lips.She looked away. "I..." she stammered. "I want you to promise me something before I tell you." Anything for my little sister." Promise me you won't be mad. Promise me you'll always love me, no matter what I say." Of course I'll always love you, Brit. You don't need a promise,. Herb and Marion left and the two of us were silent. Jasmine simply said, “Don’t say anything until we get home, please.”I settled up our bar bill and we walked home in silence. I was thinking that something was seriously wrong and that Jasmine was about to break our engagement in some way. I tried to guess what might have happened, but we were together so much. Even if she’d found a new guy to have sex with I wouldn’t be upset; that was part of her makeup.We got into the house and headed for. Then he touched me. I couldn'tremember the last time that my Daddy had given me the front of hishand. Gently his fingers lifted up my chin so that I looked him in theeye. There I saw a teardrop form and slide ever so softly down hischeek till he smeared it with t'other hand when it reached his chin. Itmade me think of my sister.My Daddy was thinking of her too, 'cause he said, right after kissingme on the forehead, that my red clothes reminded him of her. "She usedto have an outfit just like. The man sets the bag down on the bedside table and opens it. He takes out two silver objects from it and lays them on the bed beside her. A large knife and a hacksaw.Her stare now much deeper than before, she has involuntarily started to rotate her hips, her true nature starting to overcome her meager willpower. Her breathing is faster and lower, and the flush across her chest has spread. Her tongue licks her lip slightly in anticipation.His voice is low, but audible. Some sort of distortion.