You believethat she did not see me as guilty only because she thought so. She did.Linda had no proof. Plus she knew that her and Nancy took each other'sthings without asking. Nancy having that dress made way more sense thanme. I am not a girl. The norm would be that I would not want to weardresses."She took pleasure in my punishment making all those suggestions thatyou followed. Did you know that she threatened to cut my hair? That'swhy she said she was going to help me with my makeup tomorrow." That is exactly why we are not going to give you a say. If you don'tthink we are being strong enough with our punishment then you can showyour disapproval. We are not going to force you into having arelationship with us. We crossed the line too many times to try to forceyou to be a part of the family."As the mom and son were having this serious talk Kyle and Linda camewalking in. There was no hi coming from his son and his daughter wasgreeted by a "huge fuck" you from Ron. Kyle was not going. I walk up to you softly, not wanting to disturb the picture before me…but unable to resist the need to rest my hands on your hips, to wrap my arms around you as you melt back against me, gazing out at the silver ripples dancing across the water. ‘This place is so beautiful,’ you whisper. ‘Yes, it is.’ My voice is a little hoarse, and you start to turn towards me, a question forming on your lips. I answer by touching them with my own, feeling them part, the tips of our tongues meeting with a spark. I run my hand down the length of your hair, feeling the warmth of your skin though the silk. After a moment you draw back, your eyes sliding over my bare chest and shoulders, down to the white towel wrapped around my waist, back up to my eyes with a smile…which quickly turns a little impish. ‘I seem to be overdressed,’ you murmur, stepping over to the huge bed that dominates the suite. I can only stare as you loosen the sash and slowly…so slowly…let the fabric start to slip from you.