I walk through the kitchen and call out with no response, I move to the living room and once again nothing, I walk into the study/bar room and see you...sitting in my big leather chair with just a tie on (my favorite one), with your legs on the desk and something that I can't make out going across your chest in the dim light of the candles. I am once again taken aback by seeing such beauty in front of me. You are smiling at me and slowly rubbing your perfectly shaved pussy lips. You stop touching. Some people resist them effortlessly while others tumble at the touch of a feather. They say you have to have the right personality to trigger it, or the right circumstances. Others suppose it is a failure of the will. They say addicted people are just weak losers. Angique wondered. People who say that might very well have addictions themselves, she supposed — to guns, often, or to movies with Jean-Claude van Damme. Ah well, she thought, chuckling, most of them are certainly addicted to sitting. When his pants hit the car floor she panicked knowing he expected the same treatment he had just given her. Caroline grabbed the door handle and flung it open and raced into the house and that was a close to having sex as she had come.Mark looked at his sister and her far away gaze. "What are you thinking about sis?" Huh... oh nothing... why?" You look like your mind is miles away." No I'm right here and ready to pay off, now why are we in mom and dad's bedroom?" You'll see." Mark walked over. Stabilized, she was immediately transferred to Tucson. I went with her. Rachael, doped up to her eyeballs, kept telling me to stop swaying even though I wasn’t moving. She kept asking me where she was, not remembering my answer.I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. I hurt for her every time I looked at her and admonished myself for letting her ride that damned ATV.The Tucson Medical Center was a bustling, busy hospital. There was an impersonal feel to their efficiency. Admitted,.