I’ve always thought you were hot, but I don’t understand why you would want to be a slave to your sister. She is really mean you know.” He said....��Yes, I know she is, but I can’t tell you why I am doing this right now. May I ask you the question?” I said.“Yeah, sure, go ahead. I’ll do my best to answer it.” He said.I did like him and thought he was kind of cute. But he never paid much attention to me until now when I am walking around half naked and doing things I shouldn’t be doing.“Well, Bob,. " she was gathering steam, "My God, they are so disgusting — sitting there in public, rubbing up against each other. They thought they wouldn't be noticed, but I could see them, touching each other. Men and women!" Fran's voice began to rise. "Women and women!" Fran's face was red and the veins in her neck stood out. "You, you were the only one who..."I was amazed. But, as she really began to warm up, I said, "Fran, I'm sorry you feel that way, but those people are my friends. And let me tell. It was a nice long evening out. We finished two bottles of wine and were doing damage to the third whenthe serious flirting began. It started with Marcy asking me why I never dated anyone seriously. She commented on how she noticed I never had more than three dates with the same girl. I was stunned that she noticed. I fumbled with my answer, not wanting to let on that she was the real reason. Finally, I wised up and turned the tables on her. "What about you?" I asked. "You have not had a. “Oh!” He let go, looking shy, and I dropped back to my feet. “Hey, did you lose weight?” he asked, looking at me appraisingly.I slapped him across the face.He looked at me, shocked. “Shit, Hannah, I’m sorry ... I...” Embarrassed, he turned and walked away, holding his face.I didn’t like being mad at my brother. Had I slapped him because he mentioned my weight, or to distract him from noticing I was skinnier now, or because he hadn’t used a condom earlier? Maybe all of those things?My handsome.