It tells me to slow down, push him away, don't believe the things he says. Don't let him in. This morning I've decided to ignore that voice."Andrew?" ...Yes, Summer?" I want you."He sucked in a breath, his hands tightening into my nightgown. I know I drive him crazy, it makes me feel so powerful. I know that all I have to do is look at him a certain way and he's mine. He has the same effect on me."Okay, baby."His hands immediately go under my gown to grip my ass, Andrew isn't one to beat around. Sure, they all laughed at my jokes, but then we either had nothing in common, or completely different groups of friends. And by the time I was desperate enough to disregard that last part (that desperation you feel as a 24 year old virgin), they were all gone.So, off I went to try a Hail Mary. With whom, you may ask; let's call her Melanie. A beautiful young woman, barely 19 years old. Her shapely, yet lithe form was a recent development, but one I eagerly embraced - or was trying to. With. And we can't stand each other's taste in music.But for all that, or maybe because of it, we grew up trying to be as identical as possible. Maybe we felt cheated that, having shared the same womb and coming out into the world at the same time, we should look and be the same too. Of course when we were younger, our mom would dress us in the same clothes anyway and that would reinf0rce our sameness. We grew up aware of our differences, but willing and wanting to share as much with each other as we. It was a complete mystery as she just simply could not recall entering any competitions recently.After another wine, the idea of a bath appealed, taking the bag with her she started running the faucets and then opened the bag. Tara found there were 3 boxes and the first one out was embossed with a fairy light.Intrigued, she opened it and found a series of small lights with the instructions to place them around her bath. Also there was a small vial of bubble bath lotion. The lotion smelt lovely.