With the cigarette butt cradled between his thumb and first two fingers, and the lit end facing inward toward his palm, Chris would elaborately lift h...is arm before taking a huge draw after placing the butt in his curtain of moustache hair that extended past his lips and then exhale a huge plume of smoke with his head held defiantly skyward.Over the next few days, Vivian was totally fascinated by his overtly masculine deportment and she found him unbelievably sexy. When she finally questioned. Her cheap anorakand hoodie were so wet through they were dripping on the kitchen flooras she stood there clasping the box tightly as if she feared he wouldsteal it."Put your box on the floor, it won't hurt the tiles," he said.She cautiously lowered the box to the floor, her eyes trying to takeeverything in. It was a bright country kitchen with wooden cabinets,pottery jugs and flowery curtains. She felt a sudden pang as it made herthink of her mother, back in the days when they were still. My jaw dropped. Our mother had just given her approval for us to keep fucking unprotected and to keep trying for a child. I mean sure she had kids by her own brother, but to try for it openly seemed like an entire different ball park all together."Actually, I plan to get in on it." Mom continued. "Between you and your father this weekend I expect to get knocked up at some point."I don't think my jaw could drop any lower. Just hearing my mother say that to me had me completely turned on.. ”“Nice to meet you, too.”“How did I get from the plane to here?”“You crashed about two months ago just a few hundred yards from here. I carried you here and placed you on the bed. Then I went out to get your things.”“Thank you, wasn’t I too heavy for you?”Horace sat down in a chair where she could have a good view of him until the drug kicked in and take her back to sleep.“No you’re light as a feather. My mother had tuberculoses and I came into this world deformed as you can see.”“You’re my.