I stood silently, as there was no one else around, then he saw me for the first time. He had his cigarette in his mouth as he peed, and he turned his ...ead to me, ‘Fucking hell son, I needed this, must have drank 10 pints’, and as he spoke the red tip on his cigarette glowed. ‘I’m not a boy’, I said, nervously, and then he rather stupidly asked who I was, as if being a girl was an impossibility. ‘I’m a girl’, I said f***efully, that was when he turned to me, still peeing, ‘You’re a girl’, he. Then he heard the front door open and scowled before rising from his desk. He walked down the hall just as Carter turned from the closet. He started when he saw Drew and smiled. ‘Hey. How’s it going?’ Drew crossed his arms over his chest and glowered at his little brother. ‘Where have you been?’ Carter smile disappeared. ‘I was at work.’ ‘There are no events at Verizon Center today.’ Carter shrugged and brushed past him on his way to the living room. ‘There was a meeting this morning.’ Drew. He brought his fingers to his face and inhaled. He could only imagine her scent as his senses filled with Jasmine. He leaned out and craned his head toward the window on the left. Hers. Behind him was the door between their rooms. He knew it wouldn’t be locked. He closed his eyes to watch himself walk into her room and find her naked on crisp, white sheets. He knew the softness of her round thighs and the weight of her quivering breasts. She would look at him and turn, rise to meet him as he. I thought about group sex, but it was not possible because I don’t believe anyone about this type of activity. It is a secret job to me, only I alone participate in this game show. So what could I do? One summer noon I was sitting under a mango tree in a solitary place slight far from our house. The tree was at the side of a dry pond and its thick roots were bared in the pond, I used to rest sitting on the root. I was completely overwhelmed in a deep thought about abnormal sex, suddenly my.