I know it made me all wet writting it and had to stop multiple times for obvious reasons. Please feel free to check out my picture gallery. Enjoy! Cha...pter 12 My parents left that evening but not before leaving my brother and me with a set of instructions on how not to burn the house down or something, like we were little children&hellip, Once they were gone, we decided to make some popcorn and watch a movie. It was some action flick that he picked but I wasnt really into concentrating on. Also in the process she realized that she had not wet the bed either. So I told her to say something to her mother about it and see if I could keep screwing her everyday. Her mother was not happy about it but she did give in to Amber’s request.My wife eventually went back to her old ways where she didn’t even want to have sex with me at all. Amber on the other hand wanted sex all the time. She couldn’t get over the fact that she hadn’t wet the bed yet. Soon I was sleeping in Amber’s bed every. ‘You’re not being any more honest with me than that lying scumbag of a husband of mine. Why, I’ll bet your name isn’t even Samantha!’ Jane decided to pull back just a little of her spy cover to regain Wendy’s trust and calm her down. ‘No, as a matter of fact, my real name is Jane. But magazine publishers are real snobs. They would never hire a photographer named Jane. Samantha sounds more, well, exotic, and I get a lot more work since taking on this professional name. Besides, Samantha also. It happened so naturally. There was more to that night that just the physical, there was some emotional bonding there. I don’t know, these thoughts nagged at me.Five years go by, I was 23 and in my own apartment, a small place, and my sister calls me up. She lived in an apartment too and was now 25 years old. We hadn’t been talking that much the past year or so, we had our own lives with relationships and jobs and all that. We got into a groove and spoke for over an hour catching up on.