I turn and see mommy bending down and stare into my eyes and whisper tome, "Well you said you wanted to have long hair to me and your dad and thenuns ...at school. Only girls have long hair so I hope you like your new hairstyle PRINCESS."I remember that the nuns in our catholic school said I needed to get myhair cut like all the other boys above the ears and above the collar onour shirts. I said no and they sent a note home to my parents. Mom and Dadsaid they had to have my hair cut but I said no.. My tummy flips all over the place, and it is such a delicious sensation knowing that he hasnt had to lift a finger, or raise an eyebrow, to make me crumble this way. Putty in his hands. His eyes are soft, the laugh lines at the corners showing the slightest movement that always signals a smile, and yes, there it is, and I am totally lost – what is it this man has that gives him such power over me? And why dont I fight him? He reaches over to me, his slightly tanned hand contrasting beautifully. This was fantastic, just talking dirty with my sister was having such an effect on me.She then went on."Well I can lick you all over if you want?"Wow, was I hearing right? Did she really mean this; was she offering me a blowjob for five bucks? But how could she know of such a things, then it occured to me that two of her friends were older than her and one of them, Vicky was even going out with older boys and she had a bad reputation around school. She must have learned these things from her I. Okay, eight oʼclock. Dad, promise me!”Deputy Brad Thurmond leaned against the door frame, holding the two cups of steaming coffee, admiring her good looks. Glistening straight black hair flowing to her waist gave away her Native American heritage. That and the high cheekbones, darkly browned skin tone and sculpted nose and mouth which gave her an earthy yet somehow refined aura. He kept trying to tell himself it was simply her great looks that had gotten her instead of him elected sheriff in.