"It's a fresh start," he had mentioned each time he was asked. "Life was getting stale. I hated going to work. Things just weren't looking "up" for me... like they used to. I needed a change of pace.Most people had simply nodded at that, but not his sister Jamie. Kyle grinned, remembering their conversation. His older sibling had never been one to mince words, and tact had also never been a strong suit."What a load of horse shit," had been her exact words. "Why are you running away from us?" she. Come on Bianca, they forced this war on us’ he yelled. ‘It’s wrong.’ she cried even though she knew he was right. ‘No, it’s not wrong! You want to know what’s wrong?’ he was heated, his words full of hate and disgust, he grabbed her shoulders, ‘that I have to deny my self what I want most because of two old dead men that Inever even met! I’m sick of thinking of you, dreaming about you, you’re like a sickness to me, I can’t get you out of my head!’ ‘Diago-‘ ‘No! I can’t take any fuckin more!. Amongst the cafes was a vintage bicycle shop, next door to a stationary shop that specialised in ancient papers and writing techniques. Further down there was a shop that just had a really odd collection of completely random things, it was called “Stuff”. Then there was a shop that looked like a fetishist’s wet dream. It was completely filled with leather goods - and I don’t mean handbags. There were ball gags and gimp masks in shiny, patent leather as well as whips and chaps. It seemed bizarre. She found herself pulling her shirtdown in the middle so he could get lower on her chest.As soon as he saw her give way to her clothing a little,he moved to blowing on her right breast. He was promptlyrewarded. Brittany dropped both straps down her arms andbared her breasts to the entire room. She could feel herown hands rubbing over them and pinching her nipples.She looked around and realized that she was now thecenter of attention of the party, but this only servedto turn her on more. She.