" Yeah I know," I said unsure of what to say. Why was he all of a sudden acting like this. Is he trying to tell me he likes me? That he is into me?"I ...now that you are obbsessed with watching Porn and you think that no man can ever give you the passion you deserve" He said looking at me.I was shocked! How the hell did he know this shit about me? I woundered. I was getting madder by the minute and bursted out "How the hell do you know this? Who told you this?" I yelled."There is no reason to get. She felt a little odd, thinking about her brother being aroused by her body, or the outfit. But the longer she had thought about it, the less she had really cared. She may not have many skills right now, at least not any that were that marketable. If having him enjoy her prancing around half dressed while she cooked (maybe?) and cleaned, then, she was not opposed to taking his money and making ends meet. Though her bills were starting to get ahead of her. Again. And she knew from the way he had. "Bryant nodded."Are we going to have any trouble with that?" Van Libber asked. "The witnesses were unwilling to speak either to me or to Mr. Green about this. Have you spoken to them?" I've taken an informal statement from both of them," she said. "They corroborate what my detective tells me. Mr. Mayfield made an unprovoked attack on Randall Howard. Mr. Howard defended himself. The bartender had knowledge of the police's interest in Mr. Mayfield and seized the opportunity to secure the bloody. ‘The boys could use a little exercise. Don’t you worry, no one’s going to try to get into the convent with them around.’Or try to get out, either, I decided.Sister must have agreed, because she motioned to me and we silently slid the window closed; she ran down the blinds and pulled the drapes back into place.We sat down on the edge of her bed. My mind was into complete overload: bed, nun, nude. On the other hand: dogs, Sister Margaret, my parents. Should I have been.