At her insistence I punched in his number. Anne watched intently as I pushed send. After four rings, he picked up."This is Gary. Please leave a messag... at the tone, and I will get back to you as soon as possible," the answering machine replied, and Anne looked disappointed."Hey Gary! This is Alan Anderson. Pick up if you're there."After a pause, I heard a rustling of the phone and a breathless reply, "Hi Alan. I'm here." Gary, Anne and I thought we would stop by Christmas Eve if you're not. But there was just something magical and captivating about my beautiful sister. May was starting to develop hips and her chest was just starting to show the slightest bumps as her breast started to come out. She now wore a training brassiere, but only when she was not at home. When we walked through the kitchen and stepped into the passage we heard groaning sounds coming from the bar and leisure room. We scuttled quietly upstairs to the upper corridor from where we could spy the room unseen in. " And why not? After all you've given him -- I mean all the love you've given him and then he just walks out." I ... I thought he wanted to marry me. Oh, what a fool I've been!" The tears began again."Mom, your only mistake was trusting a guy like that. He was just using you, getting what he wanted then walking out the door." I'm afraid you're right," she said between sobs.I sat next to her and put my arm around her."It will be okay," I said quietly."Oh, Darin, I guess I'm too old -- just not. I swiped it. When I handed it back, he raised one eyebrow and gave me a cheesy, wicked grin. I interpreted his Cheshire beam to mean 'I know that you know what I'm here for'. Then he smiled even wider and went in.Holy shit. Is it hot in here?Yeah, boiling hotter-than-hell in the very cool air-conditioned breeze. You could fry an egg on my forehead, and not just because it's summer.My stomach shook as I started silently giggling to myself.Two seconds later a slightly overweight middle-aged woman.