She isn't my type in the slightest, with her blonde hair tied back in a high, sleek ponytail and wearing a rose gold dress with black platform heels. ...Still, it's hard to deny that she's not attractive and way out of the league of someone like my brother, who clearly knows it. He rarely messes around with anyone more than a few times, but after introducing her to our father, and eight weeks of dating, it seems that their relationship is progressing into something more."I thought you'd gone to. Friday night and Dominique went to the Sanctuary, dressing in a black top and a short skirt, and carrying a purse with “lil’goodies for her Lil’Goodie”. The former gargoyle entered the place, it was a club, only that it was more casual and with a lot of tables and couches where people were talking. She walked inside the place, feeling the atmosphere till some voice came out.“Dominique! Here”She turned back and saw a pony tailed brunette standing up in front a table with about 5 other people,. What more do you want to ... put me through."Constancia pulled her towards her roughly, "I'm not done with you yet, you cheap little puta," she said cruelly. Almost as an afterthought she asked in a slightly, more neutral voice, "Who is at your house right now?" Nena not thinking replied, "Carlos and my stupid drunken father. Everyone else is at church."Constancia just smiled.Carlos was Nena's fifteen-year-old brother. Like most boys his age, he was totally preoccupied with girls. Often. And then there it was, we were falling toward earth, feeling so free and wild and unrestrained, holding on to one another as if we were parachutes. And indeed, I felt that Zoë was my lifeline, and likewise sensed that she felt the same about me. At last we hit the mattress, hard and soft all at the same time, hair and skin damp from our lovemaking, arms and legs entwined. We landed safely in each others arms, home in our bed secure in our love for one another. I had never felt better in my.