"All I want," kissing her neck. "Everything I need," kissing her shoulder. Then looking back into my daughter's eyes, "All I think about."Heather gave... me a little smile and whispered, "I didn't know how much I wanted this...until you kissed me." "Well...that kiss will DEFINITELY be worth seeing again," I said, quietly, moving my hands back to the side of Heather's breast, still lightly embracing her.Heather exhaled hard, "Yes. It made the room start spinning." Mmm. Mmm. My God, Baby. Don't. I smiled at my uncle and leaned in and gave him a kiss on his cheek. I took a sip of my punch afterward and began to mingle with other family members. However, I could not help but notice the way my Uncle Blake stared at me as I went and as I talked to others that I had not seen in a long time. I was standing by myself when Rachel came over to me again. Rachel was a year older than me at nineteen. We were like sisters and we often shared a great deal with each other. We. “I can handle it.” She winked and went upstairs to her bedroom to change.I went to my room and changed into an upper-casual set of clothes. Kaki brown trousers, dark green button-down front dress shirt and black dress cowboy boots. After brushing my hair I waited for her in the foyer. Her “few minutes” accounted for thirty as I checked my watch with a grumbling stomach for the hundredth time. I heard a door close then footsteps start descending the stairs a moment later and when I looked. "I think," he replied and finished his pint and licked his lips.Pink Pussycats was a dive. The club was situated on the second floorover a dodgy souvlaki restaurant serviced by a rickety staircase. Shagcarpet stained an indiscriminate colour after years of spilled beer,ground in cigarette ash, and god knows what else. It never really driedand sucked at the patrons shoes like quicksand. The yellow nicotinestained walls were lit by sconces, every second bulb blown, the ceilingwas supposed to be.