She settled back in her chair and allowed the rays of the sun to beat down upon her body. She held her book in her lap, unopened. Her mind was too full of distractions to concentrate on the pages. For one thing, she was still pissed at her sister. First, for bringing Brad home, and then for expecting Aimee to be grateful she screwed a bargain out of him for her. She was also annoyed at her mother for always being too soft on Karla and forcing Aimee to take over for their father, being the enforcer."If I don't give in to her, Aimee, I'll lose her." It was the excuse her mother gave her the last time they argued about her sister. Aimee just shook her head. "She's using you, Mom.""She needs me. I'm not turning my back on her.""What she needs is a swift kick in the ass. You're allowing her to manipulate you. She's a grown woman, for crying out loud! She can take care of herself. Trust me. I've had the unfortunate pleasure of listening to her do just that, thanks to our thin walls."Her
"Oh boy, my sister, alone, in an abandoned building with a man. And you're just planning on taking pictures? I bet that's not what he has in mind.""Not the things you have in mind, I assure you," Aimee said, as she slipped a T-shirt over her head. "I told you. He has his hands full raising his daughter. He doesn't see me that way. I don't think he sees anyone that way."Karla just shook her head at Aimee's comment. "You have so much to learn."Aimee slipped on a pair of old jeans and slid her feet into a pair of dark sandals. "You're not wearing that, are you?" Karla gave her a tsk-tsk tone, as she looked her sister up and down. "That's not very enticing."Aimee gave herself a once-over. "It's an old building. Besides, I'm not trying to be enticing. I'm going to be taking photographs.""What a waste of an abandoned building."The doorbell rang and Aimee grabbed her camera case and headed for the door. "Not everyone sees things as you do, sister dear. Sorry.""You're the only one that
"Now you're going on a date with him? He's a single dad, Aimee. Why go on a date with someone who has a kid? Tell me he's at least rich or something?" Karla sat on the edge of Aimee's bed, as her sister tried to decide which outfit looked good, but not boring, on her. Or trampish. She didn't want to come off like her sister, and this was just a dinner to thank her for babysitting Abigail. It's not like it was an official date or anything. Aimee didn't know what one of those even looked like, it had been so long since she went on one. "Why do you sound so surprised? I go on dates." Liar. "And no, he's not rich. I don't go out with people for what they have. Besides, this is just a thank you dinner. Nothing fancy.""A thank you dinner? What is he thanking you for? What exactly did you do in that old building?" She had a look on her face like she was proud of Aimee."I took pictures, perv. It's for babysitting his daughter. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?"Karla shrugged.
The waitress brought their drinks and they placed their orders. Clint made a suggestion as to what he thought were a couple of the best dishes, and she ordered based off his recommendations. He filled her in on his work, as they waited for their food. He was in construction, but he also owned a small warehouse where he made furniture and wooden sculptures. He liked to create with his hands, and he spent what little free time he had making pieces for family and friends. One day he wanted to enter a craft show and see how people took to his creations. It was a dream of his to live off his woodwork earnings one day, as it was for her to do with her photographs, but for now, being a single dad kept his hands full. "I do appreciate you being able to watch Abigail when I have to work late. My parents would do it, but I prefer her to be home around her toys and stuff. It makes it easier to settle her down when I do get home to finally feed her and get her ready for bed.""I can understand tha
Aimee left on her date that wasn't really a date, leaving Karla alone. Karla hated being alone. After pacing around the apartment for a while trying to find something to do with herself, she decided the night called for alcohol and dancing, even if it was Sunday. She began to rummage around in her closet, looking for the outfit that would keep her from having to pay for her own drinks. Men were always so eager to help a slutty-looking girl. In the end, she chose a pair of white jeans, with holes in very strategic places, which hugged her ass almost as tight as her skin. She wore a blue blouse that tied in the front and fell open over the top of her breasts, revealing quite a bit of the softness of her round globes, and left her tummy exposed. As she was running a brush through her hair, her cell phone went off. The number wasn't in her contacts, which she thought odd. "Hello?" "Karla Harper? This is Mitch Greenway. Brad asked me to reach out to you about your sister's car.""Oh, yes,
Karla scanned the place, trying to see if anyone tickled her fancy, but so far Sand Dune seemed all paired up. That was okay. The night was still young and held promise. At least, the band was decent, a reggae beat to go with the beach theme of the bar. She held her drink and watched an older couple twirling out on the dance floor, not a care in the world from what she could see. That was the way she would be when she was older. She didn't want to have to worry about anything, like her parents did when she was younger. They hardly ever ventured out that she could remember, the struggle to keep the bills paid always prevalent in their household. They weren't necessarily dirt poor, but they struggled enough that Karla felt she never possessed what she wanted out of life. She vowed she would never feel like that again and used whatever means necessary to get what she wanted out of life. So far, everything worked in her favor.She tried to do the same for Aimee, but her sister was too hung
Aimee wasn't sure what to think, much less say. Until just a few moments ago, she didn't dare think of Clint as someone she could date. He was just the guy in the apartment building she helped out once in a while and who appeared in her fantasies. He was a friend. Safe. He had a daughter. He was the single father whose wife ran off. He was the reason she masturbated so much.She remembered how he came across when he first moved into the Sea Breeze Condominiums with Abigail, looking for a fresh start to life, forlorn and lost. Aimee would see them in the elevator or at the pool, occasionally down at the beach. At first, it was a wave here or a smile and a nod there. Bonnie left a few months prior and Clint walked around like a beaten dog, trying to make the most of what life dumped on him. Eventually, he dragged himself out of his funk and became a more cheerful human being, his smiles bigger, waves more inviting. They began to talk more and Abigail would run up to hug her. His babysitt
Mitch had his hands on her waist, keeping her pinned to his crotch, which was announcing his plans for the evening. She ground herself on his swollen member, teasing him with the thought that his plans could be hers, as well. She had one hand around him as the other played with her dark hair, the strands falling from her fingertips in small waves, her hips gyrating a seductive dance that promised if they shed their clothes, she would be more than eager to fulfill his manhood's wishes. Of course, it was all a tease—at least, for now. It was how the game was played. Karla allowed men to think they had a chance with her, so she could manipulate them into giving her what she wanted. Once they did, she usually fulfilled those teasing moments. She couldn't have word get out that she only frustrated men now, could she? She may need something from them down the road, so it paid never to burn a bridge. Sometimes, she gave it up ahead of time, but that was usually only when she knew she was goi