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Lauren Gisal Volume Two
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Chapter 10
Four days later, Jamie returned and the girls went to the
station to collect him. The train was a respectable thirty-five
minutes late, and he was clearly tired from the short but arduous
journey. Lauren introduced herself and was delighted that Emma
beamed at Jamie all the way back to the house. He was almost the
same height as Lauren, not muscular but certainly no wimp. He also
had blonde hair, darker than Emma's, cut conservatively like his
father's. Lauren guessed that he had yet to start shaving regularly as
his face appeared smooth and still very boyish.
After talking with his mother and father for a few minutes, he
changed out of his trousers and shirt and joined them in the kitchen
where Emma was making coffee, much to his surprise. The children
talked for hours while Emma recounted the adventures
of the previous week and it was clear from her tale that she had
been out and done a lot more than usual. Jamie appeared impressed
to the point of asking what was happening on Monday.
"Your teacher is supposed to be coming, I heard" said Lauren.
"He's involved in the election. He won't be here, I bet" said Jamie.
"Great, we could sunbathe all week!" said Emma. "Lauren needs to
get her tan going before the winter comes."
"You've heard, I suppose, that's about all there is to do around
here. And go swimming in the pool." said Jamie
"Or go to the beach?" asked Lauren.
"What for? There's the pool" replied Emma.
"The beach might make a nice change. I've never swum in the sea!"
"Really?" squealed Emma, looking at her incredulously. "That's
weird. But you don't like to get wet, do you?"
"You shower though, don't you?" asked Jamie.
"Sure" said Lauren, wondering why she felt so defensive.
"But you might not like us sunbathing. Sometimes we don't wear
anything when there's just Jamie and me. So we don't get any tan
lines"
Lauren's heart thumped in her chest. To her surprise, her main
concern was not the thought of seeing Emma naked but of having
them both naked and where that might lead. Lauren knew that she
had to understand Jamie's thoughts and counsel him about Emma's
behaviour.
Emma leaned forward as Lauren stood to make more coffee, chatting
about the horses and the thunderstorm as Lauren poured
the water. Turning to see how much sugar Jamie wanted, she
glimpsed down the front of Emma's T-Shirt and once again caught
sight of the tiny young nipples. Turning back without an answer,
she brought her hand up and rubbed her forehead as if to restore
circulation. Unsteadily, she brought the coffee across and sat,
prickly heat darting across her body as she held the seat tightly.
Lauren turned her attention to Jamie, looking him over discretely as
she asked him questions about his friends in the area and what he
had done during the summer. She liked his face, and even though he
looked younger that Jim, she realised that as a family they had
traveled considerably, the effect noticeable as he told her stories of
previous countries they had lived in, including England and the
United States.
"Emma! Where are you?" shouted her mother.
"Here!"
"Just a minute, if you could!" Emma trudged off dejectedly to talk
with her mother, and Lauren seized the moment to have a
quiet chat with him.
"Where do your schoolfriends live? Around here?"
"No, now we have the stupid tutor we've lost touch with most of
them. He does try to get all his pupils together now and then, but
maybe only twice a term"
"Good chance to meet girls, though, I would think!"
"No, most of the kids are younger than me, more Emma's age"
"Hmm, she's at an awkward age. I remember how I felt. Rebellious.
I think I went out of my way to be non-conformist."
"You're right. She's certainly moody, but I've seen her worse!"
"She's developing. Getting ideas about boys, and sex and so on. It's
difficult. We need to treat her gently."
"I know. She wants to do some funny things"
"Really, anything I could sort out?"
"No!" he laughed, looking at Lauren and then forcing the smile off
his face. "No offence, she just had some crush on me, I think. It
happened earlier this summer as well as last weekend. She touched
my.... you know. I didn't mind anyway."
"Your willy?" said Lauren. She was impressed that she didn't feel
herself blushing for once, the tone of her voice just as her mother
would have used for firmness and authority. He nodded back at her,
eyebrows raised at her forthright manner. "You'll just have to walk
away from those sorts of situations. She'll grow out of it. I think
though that you should mind. She's your sister after all." Lauren
looked intently at his face and knew beyond a doubt that her lecture
had not sunk in at all. He shrugged slightly as if to accept her right
to an opinion while dismissing any further discussion.
Gustav and Elizabeth left late on Monday morning. They had hoped
to talk to Mr. Quintero but he hadn't arrived by eleven thirty, so
they left the children in the hands of Lauren who promised to take
them to the beach instead of having them in the house all day.
Delighted, Elizabeth had waved good-bye until the car disappeared
out of sight.
"I'm going to change then get something to eat" said Jamie as he
went back inside. The sun was almost at it's highest and it seemed a bad
idea to be outside. "Lauren, are you going to sunbathe on the
beach as well?"
"I might do. Yes, I think I will but I'll have to get a bathing costume
first in town."
"Oh, I know just where" said Emma, gripping her arm. "I'll help you
chose it!"
After lunch, and the briefest of siestas, Lauren drove them to the
town and parked, theirs the only car in the square outside the only
clothing shop in Boquette. The majority of shops formed the side of
the square, except for the north end where cafe tables
sprawled into the road. None of the buildings had been painted in
recent history, and plaster hung from the walls in a two tone effect.
Thin chickens and wiry dogs ran around freely while black-shawled
matriarchs guarded sleeping babies and screaming, ragged children.
Grey smoke from blackened cooking drifted from cafe grills,
tempting people and animals alike. Old men with stubbled chins
looked up from their dominoes and watched in dismay as the
children invaded.
Jamie sat at one end of the tables, ordered a drink and watched the
central fountain while the two girls walked into the shop. Lauren
chose a couple of bikinis quickly. After all, there wouldn't be many
occasions when she was going to wear them. Most of the time she
could wear a T-Shirt and the bottom part if she wanted to simply stand
in the pool. Something cheap would be fine. Lauren showed
them to Emma who smiled and pulled her into the changing room.
Lauren checked herself, foolishly realising that this wasn't quite part
of the plan. She couldn't quickly buy one of them because that would
be stupid. Pulling her T-Shirt off over her head, she slipped the
bikini over her bra and tried it for size.
"There. That's perfect. And I really like the colour. Let's go!" She
put her arms into the T-Shirt and pulled it quickly over her head.
"What about the bottom. Go on, try them!"
Nonchalantly, Lauren pulled her jeans down with her knickers and
slipped out of them both. Stepping carefully into each leg, she
pulled the bikini bottoms up and checked the waist. Emma's hand
darted round to her bottom.
"What size are these?" she said, pulling the back down quickly.
Emma had dropped to her knees and was searching like a woman
possessed.
"They're a size 6, I think"
"Wow, you're quite thin."
"They're stretchy, that's all!"
And then her fingers traced the outline of the waistband. Lauren
close her eyes involuntarily. Her tiny fingers! Inches away! Were
they trembling? They roamed over her, so soft and warm! Lauren
thought she would fall over. She battled between twisting away and
remaining just a moment longer, balancing whether to condone the
exploration or tell her in no uncertain terms that she was out of
bounds. Emma looked up at her, smiling like an angel. Lauren
thought she could have been in an advert for whipped cream, or
flowers on Mother's Day, or the star of a promotion for pearly
white teeth. Lauren realised, conclusively, that her actions were
wholly innocent.
"Hey, that tickles!" she giggled, twisting slightly as she turned her
back on Emma and slipped the bikini bottoms off. She almost fell in
her haste to put her knickers back on, and was already zipping her
jeans back up as Emma got to her feet.
"Lauren?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm so glad you decided to look after us. I think it's going to be
really good fun!"
Lauren put her arm around her shoulders as they emerged from the
changing room, smiling at her. "Thank you. I'm glad to be here with
such beautiful children. And in this lovely country. It's great that it's
so warm here." They paid, collected Jamie and drove to the beach.
The tide was out and that meant walking over the rocks before they
could get to the water.
"Oh well, we'll have to come back early tomorrow morning when
the tide's in." said Jamie. They were home within ten minutes, the
children deciding to laze by the pool while Lauren changed. Her
bedroom was cool in comparison to outside, and her nipples
registered their disapproval as she slipped off the T-Shirt and bra.
She cupped them reassuringly, rubbing a little before she sat
on the bed and snipped the price tag off the bikini bottom, noting
with disappointment that the workmanship was far from perfect.
With her jeans and knickers off, she wandered through to her
bathroom and rinsed her face with a flannel, then slipped into the
briefs and pulled them up. The fabric wasn't the world's best, but it
covered everything well. The top went on next although she had to
remove it a couple of times before she was happy with the straps.
Once again she delighted in the way her breasts hardly moved when
she took it off, and turned sideways on to the mirror to admire her
profile. She had always felt apprehensive about wearing a
swimming costume and found it easy to fault some part of her
body, especially as she looked around the pool in Andelberg back
home. Either her breasts were too small, or her legs too thin, or her
hair a complete mess. Now it seemed that her milk-white skin was
going to be an obvious indication that her body hadn't seen the sun
for many years.
She decided that she would sunbathe a little while writing a letter to
Nikki, so she rolled up her pen and paper in a bath towel and
slipped a T-Shirt back over herself before padding down the
hallway, the marble floor wonderfully cool beneath her bare feet.
"Who are you going to write to?" asked Emma, watching her as she
settled into a reclining chair. Lauren felt her eyes travel the length
of her legs.
"Nikki. I said I would write after the first week" Lauren looked
around and saw Jamie lazily backstroking across the pool. He swam
well, even turning silently underwater at the end of his length. She
squinted in the brilliant light, turning on to her side to escape the
sun.
"Want some suntan stuff?" asked Emma, holding up a bottle.
"Yeah, great." She caught it and flipped the top.
"Want me to do it?" asked Emma.
"No, I'll be fine, thanks." replied Lauren, spreading a generous
amount over her arms and the top of her legs. She did her stomach
and reached round to do her back as best she could. She put the
bottle down and started her letter, smiling as she thought of Nikki
and how she would be lying in bed reading it. After half a page,
trickles of perspiration had started to form around her temples,
threatening to dribble down her face. She wiped her forehead with
her arm and gazed back at the pool. Jamie was still in there, now
simply floating with his eyes closed. She glanced at Emma. She was
lying on her stomach, clearly with no top on. Lauren was unsure
what to do. To over-react would be stupid, and many countries
allowed topless bathing. And here they were in their back garden, a
secluded, highly private place where nobody could see. Except
Jamie.
She turned back to her letter and tried to write. Nothing came until
she thought again of Nikki and her smile, her sense of humour. She
wrote:
"It's warm here, as I sit beside the pool. The children are well
behaved, and seem to spend their days either with their tutor or
lazing by the pool. As you can imaging, I'm rushed off my feet. Oh
yeah! And I'm allowed to drive their car. Not legally, but back and
forth to the shops, that sort of thing. Perhaps I'll meet some hunky
man over here, who knows."
Lauren smirked. Jamie pulled himself out of the water in one
smooth motion and walked over to his towel. He dried his hair and
his arms and chest. Turning away from Lauren and Emma, he
pulled off his swimming trunks and hung them on a hook in the sun.
Lauren watched open mouthed, glancing at Emma to make sure
that she didn't see. He didn't look at Lauren, just moved the towel
slightly in front of his cock and walked inside. Lauren committed
the image to memory.
"I'm going to have a snooze. Mind the sun, won't you!" he said,
sliding the patio doors closed after him. Lauren closed her eyes as
prickly pin-pricks returned under her arms and somewhere near her
toes. She thought of Jim, then of Jamie. Jim was bigger, but then he
was much older. Jamie had looked so wholesome, fit and clean. The
water dripping off his cock and balls was wonderful. Lauren
realised that she hadn't made love to Jim for almost three weeks
before she left, and she had been in Boquette over a week. That's
enough to drive anyone crazy, she thought.
Another grin spread across her lips as she sank back in the chair,
recalling the last time they had made love. Her mother knew where
they were going. Nobody goes up the mountain at eight o'clock at
night unless it's to lay under the stars and make love. She had
looked down her nose at her, that disapproving look that was so
much softer than the look she received whenever she said she was
staying the night at Nikki's house. Mum knew, that was sure.
They had walked, hand in hand for most of the way, up through the
wooded belt of the mountain, through into the clear grassy slopes,
then traversed for about ten minutes until they found the little
stream that originated from a small collection of rocks. The lights
below flickered silently, the village split by the main road and the
railway. Conscious that this was possibly their last time to make
love, they treaded carefully, each anxious to allow the other the
opportunity to derive maximum pleasure.
She had flicked the button on his jeans early, unzipping his
manhood so that she could take him in her hand and memorize his
girth. His cock was slippery, warm and familiar, the skin moving
easily to reveal the red knob. Jim took his time, unbuttoning her
blouse slowly as he slipped his hand underneath the material and
caressed her breasts. They had whispered their love for each other
under the stars, shedding clothes until Lauren remained with only
her knickers and socks to her credit. He had slipped on top of her,
then tugged her knickers aside, slithering down her body to gently
probe her sex with his tongue.
She pulled him up after several minutes, determined to orgasm with
him deeply embedded inside. Tugging her knickers again, he pushed
his thick cock against her pussy, opening her easily. She recalled
once again the pain she always felt as he entered her, his massive
cock splitting her with such force that she gritted her teeth, her
heart beating wildly as she held her breath and waited for him to
penetrate her fully. Their rhythm began, her back itching against the
coarse grass. He pumped regularly, making it easy for Lauren to
join in. She brought her legs up higher, gripping him hard around
the waist, thrilled with the cold air that circulated around her
bottom. Timing had always been a problem for them, mainly,
thought Lauren, because she concentrated on trying to minimize the
pain she felt during their love making. But her orgasm that night
had bubbled furiously inside, jumping around as though possessed,
building steadily and reliably. She sucked her middle finger, then
pushed it inside his mouth. The warmth and wetness excited her,
even more so when she brought her finger round his back and
sought out the crease of his buttocks.
Surprising even herself, she found his anus, and pushed gently.
Satisfied that he didn't find the idea revolting, she pushed again,
teasing his entrance as he pumped harder and faster. She felt her
orgasm gaining strength, and pushed deep inside him, making him
scream with delight. His cock bulged inside her, wider than ever,
strengthening his strokes, super stiff, harder and faster until she felt
him pulse and flood her with jet after jet of cum. That had taken her
way over the top, her pussy celebrating by trapping him with all it's
might as her legs gripped his waist once again.
"Do you miss her?" said a sleepy voice.
The truth slowly sank in. No boyfriend (no girlfriend) no nothing.
So much for the idyllic bloody lifestyle, she thought. Just a plastic
brush and a half empty bottle of Baby Oil. "What? Emma, I thought
you'd gone to sleep. Who?"
"Your friend, Nikki"
That was the night as well when she had suggested, after he had
come for almost thirty seconds inside her, that he could clean her as
she lay there. She had thought of it that morning, wondering what
else she could do with Jim if it really was to be their last time
together for many months. She spent the afternoon mentally
rehearsing, trying to predict what he would say.
He had slipped out of her, kissed her on the lips very tenderly, then
swiveled round to lick her swollen labia. He sank to the grass, his
cock inches from her face and buried himself between her hot legs.
His tongue had avoided her clitoris and simply lapped around the
very top of her legs. Lauren had no idea if he had swallowed any of
his cum, but the feeling of having him there, cleaning her, had been
the source of many a masturbatory moment afterwards. A week after
had she realised that he had swung round expecting her
to take his cock in her mouth. It simply hadn't occurred to her at
the time.
"Yeah. She seems such a long way away. We've known each other
for years." 'Actually, little girl', thought Lauren, 'when I was your
age she and I had made love in my bedroom.'
"Get her to come out. Tell her to buy a ticket tomorrow."
"She can't. She gave me lots of money. Just for emergencies so she
would have to save up for ages."
"How much does it cost, I've got lots in my bank!"
Lauren smiled warmly. "That's OK sweety. It costs over a thousand
dollars. That's a lot of money just for a holiday"
Emma turned onto her back and reached behind her head, holding
onto the back of the chair. She closed her eyes tight. Lauren looked
at her chest, almost flat with the tiniest of nipples. She followed the
graceful line from her hands, down along her arms and neck, up
over her young breasts, down over her stomach and then all the
way along her legs. Every inch of flesh was tanned, even where her
bikini bottom had moved. Lauren also closed her eyes, the tell-tale
stirring inside willing her hand to drop the pen and move down to
touch, even gently, her hot vagina. God, she needed something.
She forced herself off the seat and walked inside. Stopping at the
fridge, she poured a glass of cold water from a pitcher, walked
through into the lounge and lay back on the sofa. She closed her
eyes and rested the drink on her stomach. She knew she had to
calm down or the children would sense her nervousness. Deciding
that some rules in her own head might be useful, she determined
that Emma sunbathing topless was OK, but only when there was
nobody around. Jamie should keep his trunks on all the time, but
then she allowed him to hang them on the line. That was sensible,
anyway. The chlorine would eat away at the material and then he'd
have nothing. The cold drink worked wonders as the heat of the
afternoon caught up with her. Still thinking about how to control
them both, she slid a little further into the luxurious leather and
allowed her legs to part as she put her feet on the little table.
Her thoughts continued, and she supposed that it was OK if Emma
continued her tan, since she had obviously started it while her
mother and father were around. They both had, she assumed. Other
permutations swept through her mind, some ludicrous, others
restrictive. Each was analysed until she was happy that she had the
situation under control in her own mind. She leaned up and opened
her eyes. She screamed.
"Whey! I didn't hear you come in!" she squealed to Jamie. "How
long have you been there?" Without waiting for an answer, she
looked quickly down at his waist. He had trunks on. She closed her
legs, trying to recall if she had touched herself while she had been
dreaming. Adjusting her bra strap, she made her excuses and left,
noting a bulge in his trunks that had not been visible when she saw
him outside.
"I just thought I'd ask, er....." he said, watching her pass.
She flew to her room and closed the door behind her, aghast at
what he might have seen. She sat on her bed, the silky covers cool
against her thighs, and brought up her right leg. Her fingers told her
that there was definitely a wet patch between her legs, and she was
certain he had noticed it. Damn, she thought, she wasn't going to be
a prisoner in her own room. But there had been a bulge in his
trunks, she was sure of it. Her mind was confused, not really sure
what she had seen in her rush to escape. Deciding that if he had
wanted to show himself to her then he would have done it by the
pool when he changed, he gave him the benefit of the doubt and
pulled open the door. She peered down the corridor, and slipped
out of the room. She could see both the children through the lounge
window, sitting by the pool, sunbathing again. Her seat was still
vacant.
She caught Jamie's eye as she walked back onto the patio and
smiled at him as she sat back on her chair, asking for forgiveness.
He smiled back instantly. She picked up her letter and pen to write
again but nothing came. There was plenty of news but none of it
seemed really newsworthy. Restlessly, she stood and walked to the
pool, crouching down alongside Jamie to test the water with her
hand.
"Gosh, it's so warm!"
"Too warm. It takes it's heat from the stone surrounding it,
automatically. But in the summer all you want is a cool swim and
it's too warm. Now though it's just right. Try it!"
"I think I will." Lauren sat on the edge adjacent to the steps and
dangled her feet in the water. It felt glorious. She pushed herself off
for a quick paddle. She sank underwater, seeming to fall without
stopping until her natural buoyancy (and thrashing arms) brought
her back to the surface. She screamed loudly, the water running
from her hair into her eyes. She breathed water into her lungs
through her nose, coughing and retching as she flailed on the
surface.
"Help! Oh God, help!" Lauren knew she couldn't touch the bottom
and would be falling back under soon. She saw a colourful smudge
moving in front of her, and heard a splash just before she went
under again. Disorientated, she opened her eyes under water and
saw Jamie swimming around the back of her. Bubbles swirled and
sounds became confused in the strange silence of the deep. He
grabbed her chin and she felt him pull her roughly towards him as
he thrust out with his feet. She continued to thrash around, unsure
if Jamie was playing with her or attempting to save her from
imminent drowning. Her lungs were bursting as she broke through
the surface and she coughed and gasped.
He pulled her to the edge, placing her hands firmly on the side of
the pool, and then guided her a couple of feet to her left where she
felt the steps. The first one was above waist height. Turning very
carefully, she sat on the step and breathed hard, coughing and
shaking her head. Her vision returned and she noticed Emma
crouching above her by the edge of the pool. Jamie held her tightly
as she swayed. He had a look of grave concern.
"What happened? Did you dive in and hit your head on the
bottom?" asked Emma.
"No steps! Here, no steps!" was all Lauren could say between
coughs.
"Oh, that's right, they don't go far then there's a big, big drop!" said
Emma. She went off to get a towel and returned. "Come on, let's
get you dry." Lauren got out of the water very cautiously and sat
down on the edge of the pool. Emma sat next to her, took hold of
her T-Shirt and pulled up, Lauren helping as she raised her arms.
Emma draped the towel around her and patted her back. Lauren
noticed that Emma had removed the bottom part of her bikini and
although she sat with her legs curled up against her bottom, it was
obvious that she was naked. Lauren couldn't care less. She had
almost died as far as she was concerned and wasn't going to make a
scene. Jamie didn't appear too interested either, not even glancing in
the direction of his sister.
"Sit down again on the seat and get warm. That was probably a
nasty shock, eh?" said Jamie, taking her arm and helping her up.
Lauren sat and laid back, coughing now and then as she
remembered the weird noises underwater and the sight of Jamie
maneuvering around her. She cursed her luck, knowing that the
night would bring crushing ear aches or some other painful
reminder of her aversion to water.
She looked across to Jamie. "Hey, thanks" she said quietly. He
smiled, clearly delighted.
That evening Jamie had the TV on in the lounge, watching the news
in Spanish. Lauren joined him on the sofa.
"What's happening?"
"This is all about the Nationalists in the north. Looks like the
government has decided that two of the candidates have been
harassed by the police, so the government has sacked the police in
one of the towns and brought some soldiers in to protect the
candidates."
"Sounds very fair to me" said Lauren.
"Sure. They have the U.N monitoring the election. That's what my
mum is helping to organise. It's just that the locals see it as more
interference and more removal of local power. There was a report
just now before you came in about how the richest ten percent own
almost eighty percent of the country's property. And unemployment
is rising, in all sectors except local government."
"But I thought it had been like that for ages?" asked Lauren.
"That's what my Dad says, but these people seem to have had
enough. The rubbish collections, street cleans and those sort of
people are holding a one day strike every week until the
government resume negotiations."
"But it's OK down here, right. That's just up in the north."
"Yeah. People are happier down here because unemployment is
lower." said Jamie. "Last week there was problems with some
government contract. Seems like there's back- handers everywhere,
but little of the money actually gets to its target."
She digested the information, comparing it with difficulty to her
own experience. She turned to him, smiling kindly. "Look, I just
want to say thanks again for pulling me out this afternoon. And I'm
sorry if I sounded abrupt when I was in here. I just thought, you
know, that you'd been, er... Sorry." She looked down into her lap,
avoiding his eyes. He turned to face her.
"What? Watching you?" Well I was, sort of, I just wanted to know
if we could cook tea together, that was all."
"Oh, Jamie, I'm sorry. Of course we can." She paused, considering
her lines. "It's just that where I come from it's all so different. We
aren't quite as open as a family, especially in the way we dress."
said Lauren.
He shrugged. "Ever since we had our first nanny we've run around
with almost nothing on. I guess for us it's normal. That's why if
Emma is naked I don't really take much notice. I know she glances
at me now and again, but she's younger than me and wants to know
everything." He paused, inhaled and thought better. Lauren turned
to him, prompting for his question as she raised her eyebrows. "She
said again today that she wanted me to get rid of her virginity. She's
so worried that she still has it at thirteen!."
"Jamie, she's mixed up. You shouldn't encourage her" said Lauren
sternly.
"I don't encourage her, but I do think it would be lovely."
"It's illegal. And what if she got pregnant. How would you explain
that?"
"She wouldn't get pregnant. We'd take precautions"
She stared wide eyed at him. "No. Absolutely no! Do you hear?"
They sat in silence, staring at the commercials. Lauren was angry
and worried. His attitude was much more casual than she had
thought - he could hardly be said to be a good influence on his
sister. But Lauren couldn't understand where this easy-going
attitude originated. Certainly not Elizabeth and Gustav.
"You'll get used to her" he said.
"I'm sure I will. She's a very beautiful girl." said Lauren sincerely.
She smiled at him lightly.
"So are you, I think"
"Jamie, time to cook tea!"
Twice that evening Lauren found herself thrown again into mental
turmoil. The first occasion was when Emma had changed out of her
bikini and into a blouse and shorts. Clearly she had no underwear
on at all, and Lauren saw both her nipples and along up the legs of
her shorts, on both occasions almost losing her breath at the
thought of her young body and the treasures concealed beneath the
pure white cotton.
The second occasion was when Emma dashed out of the shower in
her room and tip- toed into the spare room past the kitchen holding
only a small towel in front of her. Lauren saw her cute little bottom
and swayed at the thought of holding it against her. That night,
Lauren realised that her feelings for both children had changed
dramatically in the previous twenty-four hours. Instead of finding
them promiscuous and a threat to her authority, she regarded them
as innocent, young and willing to be led and taught the finer values
in life. She only hoped that those noble ambitions would prevail
over the dark forces that she knew were at work inside her.
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