Play fight with each other. It was happy times. Her smile, her green eyes, her long red hair. Tickling. Making each other scream with pleasure and del...ght. I remembered the time she slipped and fell in and we had to be dressed down by Frank. Then I got to be dressed down by my mother when I got home.I had a wonderful childhood here. But that was then. Now I am a mess, casting misery where ever I go.Not to say that there hadn’t been happiness.There had been times of happiness. The time with. And that she had left me with a broken, sad heart.It was hard to get back to what I now knew was a boring humdrum life. Laura had made all the other women I knew seem like pale shadows of the real thing and I lost interest in any ongoing social interactions. I tended to stay at the ranch and bury myself in work. I was lucky I didn't have to pay alimony to Dixie and we'd never had children so I was gradually able to make improvements and put the ranch on a sounder financial footing. But... well,. She reminds me so much of my sister at her age. Even though my sister was a few years older than me we did everything together. On Friday nights Rebecca and I watch movies together. We'd sit on the couch and eat pizza and popcorn. One Friday night we were watching a movie that had a nude scene with a woman. I noticed Rebecca crossing her legs and a couple of times lean forward and press her elbow into her pelvic region. After wards she'd go to her room and lock her door, which she never did in. "When they look like that one, your little white pussy gets all gushy-mushy inside. I know. Rhonda's just itching to get her into bed. Even asked me what I knew about her." What do you know about her?" Laura asked, pointedly, eyes sparkling with mischief and irony."I know she ain't eager to hop in the sack with the likes of you or Rhonda," Barbara said, with a sarcastic smile."That's hardly news," Laura said."Don't mean either one of you is gonna stop trying, though." Don't lump me in the same.