Angie's small with normal Asian features and cute face, and her use of makeup seemed to take away from her natural beauty. Sara once told her this but... Angie never really listened. Sara, years ago, stopped pursuing this issue, because seeing it was pointless gave up.The sun was finally settling over the water and making its signature red ovals. And for once Sara knew for sure Angie had seen this wonderful occurrence.Sara started up the car, backed up and headed for the beach's exit to find a. Thursday morning, before she even got up for her job, I was getting up for mine. I filled a tall glass of water and put it next to her purse, and went to work. When I got home in the afternoon, the glass was about ¾, empty, in the same spot, with her lipstick on it. I grew a boner almost instantly! I had to totally resist the urge to jerk it, call her up, everything, I had to wait for her to call me or just get home, whatever it took, it tore me up waiting. When she came home, her face. I tip toed my way across the back of the house, glancing into the still darkness of the dining room and kitchen as I passed approaching the bedroom window, I felt certain that I should see my mom curled up on the bed watching TV, or perhaps sleep then I heard her voice aagghhhhh she moaned, startling clearly frozen head to toe and I could see from the side that the bedroom windows were open before.I could take another step, I heard her moan again, this time slightly louder. I didn’t even. That’s when she started crying properly.“You bastard!”, she yelled. The first slap stopped the noise, the second intensified the snivelling. Tears appeared from under the blindfold, along with a little string of snot. I let her bawl for a few minutes before bringing her back to the matter at hand. Taking her hair in my fist, I gently but firmly pulled her head back and encouraged her to rest her face against my hip. Her shoulders shook for a while as she cried, but she eventually calmed.What.