He steps over me and spreads my legs wide with his knees before locking one of my tiny ankles into each stock. One by one, he guides each of my wrists...downward, placing my arms at my sides, until they too find themselves locked in securely next to each ankle. Every muscle in my legs and back strain, my face is buried in the bench and my ass is high in the air. I could never hold this position for long on my own, but I have been balanced like a tripod, denying me the ability to tip over no. He was done. I could hear sirens approaching in the distance. I grabbed his collar and shook him awake. ?This’ll make sure you don’t try this shit again, ass hole.? He looked at me in a daze, and he watched, confused, as I placed the heel of my boot on the back of his right hand and crushed it into the linoleum floor. He screamed and passed out. And just for good measure, I stomped down on his hand as if I was kicking over my Harley, just as the police cars pulled into the driveway. The. "Momma, can I watch you get dressed for bed?" I'm not going to put on anything sexy, you know."I knew, but I just wanted to watch her get dressed. There is just something exciting about watching a woman dress and undress, something intimate. Besides, she was going to have to get naked to do so.She agreed and let me follow her into her room.She was a little reluctant to take her top off, but she just played it cool like it was nothing. Next, she slid off her panties. As she did so, she noticed. This wasn’t Bobby. When had he changed into a grown up man? The epiphany she’d had about this all being real surged back as she realized her brother was all grown up. Suddenly, she didn’t know how to talk to him.“I’m sorry,” she said. That’s what you said to adults who were unhappy with you. It usually got things on the road to settling down. “You’re getting married and that’s important. I shouldn’t have joked about it.”Bobby wasn’t quite as “grown up” as his sister perceived him to be. It was.