Mother used to say she never knew a man could be so insular and so self-centered. Daddy just ignored him. I wish I had..." She sounded sad, and I held...her hand and gently brushed my finger across her smooth skin.We talked, or rather, I encouraged her to do the talking, and she rambled about her life and marriage, Brian growing up without a strong father figure, and the dynamics that led to her picking up and moving to Branson."I don't know what to do now that the bank job is gone..." She was. ’ And he seemed so sweet in person, totally normal. ‘You’re not,’ she replied, ‘I’m just surprised. Honestly, I’m excited to see you.’ He seemed at peace with the answer and sat back. She started to dance now, didn’t want him to waste his money just talking. She started by walking up to him, maintaining eye contact. He looked up softly, she smiled and straddled his lap slowly-it’s a bit trickier when you don’t know what the client enjoys yet, and their talks were almost nonsexual, his only. He looked at the floor for what seemed like ages. “I don‘t know!” He replied quietly as he shook his head. He stepped through the door and slammed it behind him. Jane stared at the door in disbelief, she couldn’t believe he had actually left like that, a quiet ‘I don’t know’ and he fucked off, she thought. It hadn’t been her first outburst like this and it wasn’t going to be her last either. In fact, they had been at each others throats for a while now. The more she thought about how long it. “Mike said that I’m not good in bed.”“I don’t think this is something a brother should be talking with his sister about,” I say trying to avoid the question.“Come on, I need a guy’s point of view,” she pleads. “How many girls?”I think about it for a moment as I count in my head. “Ten,” I finally say as her mouth drops open.“Who,” she grins excited to get some gossip to share with the cheerleaders.“It’s none of your business whom I have sex with. It is between me and the girl. Plus, telling you.