She turned towards me and said, “We are going too far. We should stop doing all this now.”I kissed her on the lips. She resisted me, but after 1 m...in, she also started kissing me back. I pressed her boobs. We kissed for 2 minutes. She stopped me and said, “Let me finish all my work.” then I went to my room, took a bath. At around 1 pm, she called me for lunch.I went to the dining table. She was wearing a saree. She was making plates for us. I hugged her and said, “Can I drink milk before lunch?”. ’ The man patted the seat of his new ride. Christine glanced at the bike. ‘Oh okay, cool. So about this weed…’ ‘Well, you see… We need to christen this bike. You help us christen this bike and we’ll let you walk away with an ‘O’ of this stuff right here.’ The bearded man motioned to the other men to close the garage door and toss Christine an ounce of some of California’s finest chronic. Christine unzipped the baggie, smelled the herb and asked, ‘What do I have to do? Like, for this. My window was open and so was hers. When they were like that, it was almost as if the sounds from her bedroom were being funnelled straight into my bedroom and into my consciousness. My door was ajar but I knew enough to push it closed before I went to investigate. Closing the door wasn’t so much to contain the sound, rather it was to stop me from being suddenly illuminated should my step-sister decide to unexpectedly switch on the landing light. From my bed, I’d been able to hear faint. As a professional sculptor, I considered a minor in sculpture, but that made things too complicated, so instead I just took as many sculpture classes as I could get away with.On the bright side, I kind of had a baby face; I managed to fit in with most of the 18-24 crowd, mostly surprising them when I revealed my actual age.My mother was Italian, and I'd picked up enough of the language from her and from my uncle to coast through the basic levels of Italian, but in order to finish my language.