‘Uncle Arthur’, as it was called around here, was ravaging my joints like a house on fire and Charlotte had known that keeping me active would kee... it at bay. So far, it had worked. But as I sat on the bed, looking at my friend, I realized that I didn’t know why she was here, what her ailment was. Whenever I’d asked, she’d just said that she was at Sunnyvale because life couldn’t handle her any more. ‘She wants to wash my hands.’ I started to say something because that was such a strange thing. We were getting ready for bed, per usual. I was already there, and my wife was still finishing up her evening routine. Then she called to me from the closet, "oh, did you see I got new boots?" Hmm. Okay." I responded. I wasn't really that interested. "Sure, show me?"I figured she'd carry out a shoe box. Instead she walked out wearing brown, calf-length, high-heel suede boots. Very soft looking, very sexy to me. She'd paired them with a brown knit dress that goes just down to her thighs, leaving. “Yeah, we’re just having some fun. Look, Luke’s even enjoying it, right, Luke?” Alex insisted.“I don’t quite believe you guys, so let’s hear from Luke himself,” Claire persisted now, having a sneaky suspicion that all was not well.“Okay, it was a little ... hypnosis game, okay? They hypnotized me a little ... nothing harmful. No damage done, Mom ... just goofy little tasks like this one, that’s all. I’m perfectly fine,” Luke smiled, thinking, “you bitches owe me one.”On some level, though, he. “I won’t. You can speak your mind with me,” Beckah replied.“Okay, if you say so. I am a lesbian. When I drink I tend to hit on women. I have only slept with one woman before and she broke up with me before we got back together. I have wanted a girlfriend so bad lately and you are the hottest woman that I have seen. I don’t want to hit on you or do anything stupid, so I should not drink anymore. You probably hate me now,” Stephanie admitted to Beckah.“Sweetie, I am a lesbian too. I totally knew.