He hated the social aspects of her job and often refused to attend most of the functions and when he was forced to attend usually left long before the... ended. Periodically he would show me the drawing of me that he was sketching. This particular drawing of me appeared to be a representation ofa naked me. As he worked on the different facets of the drawing he would occasionally show the picture to me and ask if I approved. I approved of virtually everything he drawn except when he was sketching. Lark drove mom's car and we headed to the mall.The three of us had spent every Saturday together. Even though I was four years younger than Lark, she had always been a sensitive and caring big sister. Our father had left when I was two or three. Before that, he and mom had run the shop together. Supposedly, he had run off with another operator who was younger than mom. His only contribution to our lives was that Mom now owned the building and the shop free and clear. So we would always have a. Seth, the older, more laid-back Arab brother, is in a very unhappy, boring arranged marriage. He is a gentle, caring lover. He likes sex on clean sheets, with candles, and my legs wrapped around him, as I massage his back. He loves letting me ride him slowly as I kiss all the childhood scars on his chest.Pete, the younger, more gangster brother who has escaped his Arab roots, is a dominant man who likes to fuck. He has taken me over the counter from behind after locking up early for the night.. Karen slid under the sheets and cuddled into Dan’s loving caress, letting out a deep sigh of contentment. He rose on his right elbow, combing her golden hair through his fingers, her eyes gleamed with so much love for him. She caressed his neck, pulling his lips down to meet hers.“Are you doing okay?” Dan asked.“I’m perfect, why do you ask?” Her eyes sparkling.“Now you seem nervous and little tears are running down the sides of your face,” Dan said, brushing away the path of her drops.“Right.