"The downtown Sheraton," she replied. "It's only a few blocks walk from there to Turner's Tube and Welding Company." Have you done their books before?..." Every year since I've been at Weber's. It's one of the easiest ones to do. They aren't very large but they always want us to do it. I guess besides the expenses Turner pays, it's cheaper in the long run for him. He knows we're good and we have a good customer/client relationship with them. He realizes he won't be called in to the IRS for another. She tried to open it without using her key and was still surprised to feel the handle hold fast, the door was still locked. She stuck her key in slowly, but this felt a little different, she wasn't exactly scared, although she wasn't taking any chances. She was feeling something though. Her tummy was dancing and tickling her from the inside. The bottoms of her feet tingled inside her heels. She could actually feel the hair standing up on the back of her neck.She pushed the door open just a. She reached around my back and unzipped my dress. The fabric crinkled as it fell to the floor. She undressed herself, unbuttoning her blouse and sliding out of her flowing white skirt. She jumped back on the bed, motioning with her finger for me to follow. I climbed on next to her, and she kissed me again before I had time to situate myself.Finally comprehending what was happening, I allowed my hands to wander about her gorgeous body. My thumbs caressed the edge of her bra, itching to go. It looked like her.“Stop!” my little sister screamed, her words just understandable.At the first howl of wind, my stomach twisted. In the strange half-night/half-day sky of the Land of Transition flew Officer Cindy. Her pale body almost shone, one side bathed by silver moonlight, the other by golden sunlight.Then the hurricane struck me.I screamed as the winds drove me to the sand hard. Swirling gusts seized my wrists and elbows, yanking me spread eagle. A hot thrill shot through me, mixing.