She had a not quite finished air, a vulnerability that made you want to look out for her, take her under your wing. She was the perfect kid sister any...one would be proud to have.Even back then, with an age difference of three years between them, just a glance and you would know they were sisters. They had the same long flaxen hair, the same easily sunburned fairness, the same cute, freckle-dashed noses. But a year after I first met her, at seventeen, Alice went all goth. I called it The Day of. The doctors were certain the bullet didn't hit anything vital but it knocked you out from the force of it."The nurse arrived and the doctor followed shortly afterwards. Once they established that I was conscious they gave me pain relief. Believe me; I was doing my damnedest to convince them I had no head injury. That's one thing I knew from my team medics course ... no morphine for head injuries, and I really wanted morphine! The doctor explained that I had been hit by a bullet that had. She brazenly flirted with other men for the first time ever. When we reached our suite, we fucked like animals, both of us turned on by her bold, uncharacteristic, provocative public behavior. After we caught our breath, I told her that if she actually wanted to fuck someone else, it would be all right with me. Duh, as if she wasn't perceptive enough to know that. And since she was on the pill, I suggested she could even do it bareback. "You know how I love eating your creampied pussy," I told. However, it was on one of these overseas trips that I regained my mojo and love of sex.I was attending a bank presentation in Geneva by one of my clients, an oil and gas company. I was one of a dozen or so banking officials who were being briefed on a planned investment, and essentially being wined and dined to butter them up to support the company financially. As the lead bank on the deal, I was expected to try and gain support from these other banks as much as the company, so it was a busy.