"Can you get me something stronger, please," she replied.'Wow, what's happening?' I asked myself but went off and made her drink of choice – a rum a...nd coke – and made one for myself."Here you are," I said as I handed her drink to her. "This must be quite an occasion."I sat and waited for Trish to tell me what's on her mind. Finally she started. "I must be absolutely insane to be having this conversation but here goes." She stopped, drank a bit of her rum and coke then after taking a deep. "Never mind," he said. "You're good looking, that's all." Nice try," she said, sitting up. "Answer the question. Your what?" You're not the boss of me," he said.He'd said that before, of course. Clarissa, being a year older and knowing she was smarter, bossed him around just like any older sibling might do. He resisted, even though he knew what would happen when he did. Perhaps, considering her recent physical development, he said what he said intentionally. If so, it worked.She bounded off the. . I shouldn't..." What? Kiss me? Don't worry your conscience is clear and your reputation will remain immaculate. You didn't kiss me. I kissed you, I took advantage of you and you are a poor, little defenseless girl who couldn't fight back". His mind was screaming at him that he was an ass, but his heart was telling him to hurt her, to make her suffer."Don't be like that. You know we can't kiss or do anything else for that matter", she murmured afraid that the words would make him shout even. Her abdomen whipped up between my legs, forcing me to sit against her as she formed a hammock with another String Shot attack, suspending me in midair with her holding onto my stomach and sitting on her curled body. Her giggle resounded from behind me.“Not bad... but you don’t really know what you’re doing,” she chided, her leaf again moving to my still-erect shaft, the throbbing wooziness of my head slowly fading and allowing me to unfortunately appreciate her touch. “You don’t really have the.