He looked at his watch. Two minutes to six. There was just enough time. He turned on the video screen in the corner of the room, the one piece of tech...nology there. ?Ident Card?? the screen said. He pulled the card from his pocket once more and slipped it into the slot on the front of the video. As he did so, there was the familiar click of the video connecting to his phone line. ?Validated? the screen said and faded to show the familiar view of the Houses of Parliament and Big Ben just as the. All day my mind kept drifting back to her as I wondered how her day was and if she missed me as much as I missed her. After that weekend, we fell into a pattern of getting together one or two nights a week, and then most weekends we would spend at her place or mine. Then one Saturday night we were at my place when she asked me if I wanted to go to a movie and after I said I didn't feel like it I noticed she was crying. "I see, I'm good enough to fuck or hang out with but I'm too embarrassing to. ." I'm in you, Brooke," I groaned. "I'm in you." You made me a woman, Ben," she sighed. "And I feel so full..." I love filling you. The night before your wedding, I'll fill you again." And after, Ben! Forever, Ben! No one will ever get between us! Not my husband nor your wife. I'll always love you! I'll always be happy knowing you're inside me. I love you, Ben."I leaned in and softly kissed her. "I love you, sis." And then with my hands subtly, but firmly, holding my sister's hips, I ground her. Then she leaned over and whispered, "Please don't cheat or fudge on Rachel's grades. We don't want her to have super grades because of us. Mom wants to see true grades good AND bad so we can all help her catch up and know where she really is knowledge wise. Will you promise that?"Mr. Jones whispered back, "Yes I promise we will treat her fairly. While you are here how is she doing?"Abby whispered, "She's doing great. Her wounds are almost healed, maybe another few days. Mentally she is doing.