I had harbored a secret crush on my sister since I was 10 years old.If you live with a sister you get the right to look down her blouse and see her wa...lk around in her bra and panty. As a teen Nina never seemed aware that if she bent over while wearing a low cut house dress I could see all the way down to her panties. Once she bent over to get something and her thong was there before my eyes and her round ass cheeks. I never gave myself away.I helped momma move Nina back into the house. Since. Can't unnerstan' that, kin you?"A laugh rocked through the smoky room."She served two years, that right girl?"She nodded, looking at the floor, and he lifted her chin with his hammer."Candlemaker's still owed five quid, which he'd like to get. What am I bid for three years a'this young woman's services?" Three years," a man yelled, "how old is she?" She was 'dentured till she's eighteen, well January first of her 18th year, so she's fifteen or so. Right?" He poked the girl and she nodded. Inarticulate and incoherent sounds rumbled from his throat as his dead tongue wallowed around in his mouth and drool ran out of the corners of his mouth. Ah! Ah! Ah! Shnii..." He couldn't even saw "aw shit."Tears of frustration formed again in his eyes and he looked across the road that ran in front of the large white farmhouse at the fields he had acquired just before the stroke. He had been going to do such great things with that last three hundred acres he bought. But now ... He groaned and. All that I needed now was a trigger event. Somewhere along the line somebody would mess up at which point the third letters would be sent out asking if they knew who set the guy up. The dismantling of the gang would be carried out by the gang itself. They would not be offering understanding and forgiveness to anyone that they thought was slowly removing rivals. From here on in letters would only go to some of the leadership. This is where the fun began. Now, all that had to be done was sit back.