The very first thing I noticed about Chris was her poise, an economy of movement combined with perfect comportment, just her silhouette drew my attent...on, fingers seeking a pencil, my natural reaction to anything that interested me, draw it... !!Tall and svelte, wide shoulders, a swimmers body, sleek and toned. Long black hair, glossy and dense, woven into a single long braid that coiled like a snake or flicked like a lioness's tail. Her eyes seemed black, yet shone like polished onyx, passion. “Of course it could be Ted’s,” Flo heard he mother moan. “But it could be yours too!”“I hope it’s mine,” said Bobby, as if he’d only said something like, “I’d like a nice piece of pie about now.”Florence felt dizzy. The bolt slipped, in her fingers, and she concentrated on holding it tighter, so it wouldn’t drop, and make a noise.“How can you say that?” wailed their mother.“Because I love you,” he said. “I love making love to you, and if I were able to put a little baby in you, I’d love that. She was not like any concubine or any other woman he had fucked or deflowered. It wasn’t because she was his daughter’s friend, he knew that. Having thought it over it was clear to him that along with her freely giving up her virginity to him, she was really sexually innocent at heart. Everything he did with her was novel to the girl. She had a love of bondage that pleased him but not a love of pain, which she openly admitted to him and this displeased him.Nonetheless, the Emir, in contrast to. It was enough, for now. Mary continued cleaning, and he continued watching.“Are you going to just sit there hoping to catch a glimpse of something? Or are you going to help?”her words broke him from his trance, and like a scalded teenager he stuttered that he would do the dishwasher.“Don’t break a sweat on my account? Will ya”as he loaded the dishes into the machine his mind began to work on how he was going to start an argument with her, he could just play the shitty brother thing, and tell.