”“You sound like a John Green Novel...”“Shut up, Ben. Now you and your sisters have all been private schooled, and so have had better learning...opportunities since you were kids. But I’d only barely graduated from public school, and found myself in classes that were way over my head. I probably would have failed out that first semester if it hadn’t been for my roommate at the time, a young girl named Dana Ordon. She went by Deedee, back then.”“You were roommates?”“Yes, now shut up. Deedee didn’t. Mindy replayed her conversation with her mother, particularly the part about how, if she thought about having sex with anybody other than Uncle Bob, she should talk to her mother first.But she didn’t want to have sex with anybody other than Uncle Bob. And the feelings that had ripped through her last night, as she watched them ... those feelings were still there inside her. She knew what Uncle Bob felt like during a hug ... with their clothes on. She wondered what that hug might feel like with. ”“And how did she know? Did Stephanie tell her?”“No. Both girls who figured it out did so simply by watching how we interacted. I know once or twice my dad commented about how close my sister and I were, but to my knowledge, he never put all the pieces together the way my two friends did.”“Parents wouldn’t believe that kind of thing unless they actually saw some overt sign. I’m guessing your sister hid it pretty well if even you didn’t know.”“I think so, yes.”“How did you respond?”“I sort of. After about 10 mins she said could you come, I went inside and she was lying with her back facing the sky and she had covered herself with a towel which covered all her private assets. I asked her would you like me to start with oil or do u need a dry massage first, she said let’s start with dry one. I started rubbing her feet ensuring she is getting some current flowing her body, which will make her relaxed.Slowly I moved from feet to legs to knee and then to her thighs and stopped at a point.