His sister was full of surprises, Goose realized. To him, the brass knuckles were just a tool to use. But for some reason, they made Anna hot and bothered. Well, it was still a tool to be used and he no problem using it in this way. Silently, he vowed to himself to keep a set in his pockets at all times. It wasn't because he expected to deck someone with them but to use them to get her as wild as she was becoming now. Lowering the sweater, he brushed his bare hand against her cheek while she was entranced with the weapon. His hand with the brass fitting slid under her sweater once more. Very slowly, he palmed one of her breasts and held it there. The cool brass made an interesting contrast with the warm breast.<br/><br/>"If you want to feel them move over your chest, Beautiful, then you need to take off your shirt and sweater," he whispered to her. "I don't want the fabric to catch and tear."<br/><br/>It was a feeble excuse but if it did it's job then he didn't care. He wanted her to participate as much as he was. Very carefully, he was trying to open the shell their father had forced her into without damaging the angel inside. He held his breath as he waited for Anna to make her choice.