“My mom wants to know if you can babysit tonight.”“I can’t,” my little Hispanic beauty replied. “Mom is working tonight so I have to stay ...ome and take care of the cat.”Of all of the excuses that I’ve ever heard, that had to be the worst. I’m almost certain what she was saying was “I really don’t want to I want to enjoy the night to myself.” I couldn’t blame her. The way that kid was shouting and screaming around I wouldn’t want to babysit him either.I tried not to let the idea that this little. Shane and Sarah hit it off and I think it was the bad guy persona he tried to project and Sarah ate it up. Sarah and Shane wasted no time and were soon having sex. Oh well they could do their thing, because Bill and I were happy with the way thingswere with us. Spring came around again and I thought things between us couldn’t get any better. That second summer together, up till that point in my life was the best year of my life. Our parents also noticed the connection we had with the ‘magic’,. Briefly at first. He was dreaming obviously. Still dreaming he thought, but that thought gone again when the thought itself suggested otherwise.There are hints, and then there are HINTS. When Brian rose in that startled moment it was clear he was actually in his sister's room. While that would be more than enough reason to bring a boy's adrenaline to a level of full panic, it was nothing compared to recognizing that puffy sleeve of his sister's nightgown.His sister's puffy sleeve on the arm he. I wanted her to find that name for me but even that one idea or decision was beyond her. "Sweetheart?" I offered.For an instant, there was something that flashed through her eyes. It was like fear or pain. It didn't remain long enough for me to feel it through her like I could so many other things. Whatever it was, she didn't like "Sweetheart" for some reason."What's wrong? Why does that name bother you?" I asked.She shook her head, "It doesn't."I knew better than that. "Yes it does. I can feel.