She was a few years older than me and a year older than Kelly. She was pre-med and studying to be a doctor, and here she was blowing some frat guy in ... smoky bar in front of his buddies.I wish I could say I was that kind to my sister. Kelly and I have had a love/hate relationship ever since I can remember. She was always a bitch to me and for the first time in a decade, I let it all come out. I cut her off every time she tried to speak and I vented 10 years of pent of frustration at her. By the. The tight fitting white blouse she was wearing had the top two buttons undone giving him a tantalising glimpse of her generous breasts.He'd seen them many times of course, this was the fifth of his regular visits to this large North Shore home since that unfortunate incident in February of 2001 outside of a bar near the hotel that his three friends still stayed at. The woman in question was being bothered by three louts until Bill weighed in with his considerable strength, knowledge of fighting. What a life you must have lived, in such loneliness.”“That is the funny thing, Freda. To me, it was normal. I didn’t feel lonely; not when I had the whole world of learning as my friend. Sport to me was getting out on my father’s old bicycle when I was tall enough to use it. I cycled all over, exploring the world around me. Nature, the rocks, the forests, the rivers, the coast; it all sang to me. I was fine on my own. It was a burden to interact with people more than the basics needed to live.. "So when are you going to see Jean-Luc again?" Heather asked after she closed the door."Tomorrow," I said."Ho-ho," she said.Jeesh.We were busy eating, and then she started talking about school. I was actually too full to have dessert. Evan came back, and we watched a movie called The Gladiator, which I had sort of heard about, but never seen."Hey, sweet mochi, is there anything else you need from us tonight?" Evan asked.Yeah, like, to understand, like, everything. I shook my head."All right,.