There had been no indication from my inspection of the first bridge that my target was nearby. It was when I approached the second that I caught the s...cent of smoke. It was reefer. The sentry was there and had been smoking a joint when we arrived. The odor was faint but my heightened senses led me toward my target.I moved onto the second bridge that spanned the main body of the river beneath me. The man was underneath the bridge at the point where it met solid ground. I walked over this point to. Then, there was my older sister, Cassandra. Cassandra, or Cassie as we all call her, was a 22 years old bitch. She was not the prettiest of the family, but was still beautiful. Cassie had red-haired (They were dyed. Her hair used to be blond), and a chin-length concave haircut. Cassie was, like she kept saying, a ‘fashion victim’. Never seen her without her make-up…Third, my mother showed Uncle Rob my older brother. Darren, 21 years old, was the perfect stereotype of the Jock. All he cared. I try to sit as my legs are shaking, but no, Antonio stands and helps me out of the tub. He reaches for a large royal blue fluffy towel and slowly dries my entire body. He then towels himself off. I can’t take my eyes of his enormous member as he rubs the towel over it. He picks me up and carries me to the giant bed in the middle of the room. Gently he lays me down on the smooth royal blue satin sheets. He must have remembered it is my favorite color. He crawls up beside me, kissing my cheek,. "Rikkie, youare so wonderful." He pulled Rick back onto the bed and put his armsaround him. "So, Rikkie, are we boyfriends? Or girlfriends, maybe?"Rick looked at Chris to see if he was joking. Chris was grinning and Rickshrugged."Dunno, maybe, if you want to be." Rick was blushing furiously. "Oh, andshe wants me to go to Manchester with her on a work visit the day aftertomorrow as well. I'm petrified of her." Come on, Rikkie, she doesn't sound that bad. Go on, get back to yourroom, I need my.