As we entered the house. Sarah told me that I could put my bag in her room. I took off my shoes and walked up stairs to her room. As I entered her roo...m, I saw a lot of pictures of her and medals. I put my bag down on the ground near her bed. I walk over to the pictures and the medals. “Dang she is so atheletic.” I said to myself. I saw a picture with me and her from junior year. It was at junior prom. She was wearing a red dress and I was wearing a suit. Sarah walks into her room with sodas in. But the change was definitely there. I could tell I was no longer the exclusive - or even the primary - focus of her desire. She was falling in love - falling head over heels in love - with Paul. And although my sister and I remained as lovers, I could feel the difference in our couplings. The old frantic need for closeness; the intense demand for acceptance that had once dominated my sister's surrender of her body to my every whim was no longer operational. What sex did occur between us was. “Punish you, Victoria. You did not do as I said and you came without permission,” his voice was dark, yet still passionate. He was in complete control. “I said I was sorry, I’ve never stopped an orgasm before: I have no idea how to!” “I know what you said. This punishment will ensure that you do not do it again. This will give you some pleasure as well; I do not believe in total and utter pain, but that is not to say that there won’t be any. There will and you will take it. You can scream if. " All I can sa..." And it faded out.I sat there staring at the scanner and I was devastated. I loved her and all she was was another money grubbing bitch. Not just any money grubbing bitch, but one who wouldn't mind seeing me dead.I was devastated, I was heartbroken, but I was also pissed and a pissed off Rob was usually bad news for whoever it was that pissed him off. When your mind isn't letting you give your full attention to what you are doing when you are working with sharp tools it is.