Gemma too was beginning to have this feeling, but Gemma was also getting another feeling, a warm feeling in her groin, one, unlike the other this one she knew well. Gemma didn’t know what she should do so she did what her instincts told her to do, she scooted closer to her sister and hugged her tightly. As Sam bounded down the stairs in her regular happy and bubbly mood, she was met with the sight of her parents doing what most parents do in the morning, sipping on their first coffees of the day that were their morning wake up calls whilst reading through their eyes into the world beyond theirs, the newspaper. Gemma woke a few minutes after going to sleep because she could hear someone sobbing. As she lay on her bed her mind began to wander as to what she could get up to this weekend with her sister. That BASTARD!” Yelled Samantha ash she broke out into an extreme fit of crying.
