She pulled a bit more and I felt my elbows touch. Then I felt her tie off the rope and cinch up the knot."How's that?" she asked."Oh fuck it hurts." I... gasped. Tears began to flow."Oh sweetie," she said, her voice sounding so far away, "we've hardly begun."Then she shifted around in front of me. She caressed my face and brushed away a tear. "Aw, you pretty little thing, let's stop this crying."I forced myself to stop, but my heart kept pounding. My breath came in sharp bursts."Now," she said,. Coquettish she was, with curly golden tresses falling like a vanity veil over one blue eye and making her fair face a mysterious adventure to behold. But glimpses of the real Vanessa were all boys got as she remained hidden behind a demur deception.Vanessa was a coquette not a cock-teaser, even though she was a heart throb who made boys' cocks throb. She delighted in the sexual hunt where she was lure and boys were her prey. Moreover, her weapon of choice was the very thing that made boys be. We were all a bit lethargic anyway, and sometimes that's a very close place to being miserable.Sheila hadn't woken up in time to check that her brother had done the right thing by their cousin, as she had intended.In fact, it had been Sian herself who had come downstairs with the tea tray and awakened the four of us on Julie's bed; we had all been out for the count.Adrian had remained in Sian's bed, mainly because he couldn't really move after all his exertions of the night, but also because we. He never was promoted beyond what was required of his seniority. He did marry, did have kids, and lived in house with a mortgage, but life was just blah. However, if you asked him he would tell you that he was the hardest worker on the job and that he been unlucky. He’d talk about how his time in Iran had really kept him from succeeding.One thing that Tim had to admit was that his parents didn’t let his siblings act too much like jerks. His father recognized that Tim had worked hard for his.