He probably wouldn’t notice but I couldn’t risk not being prepared for scrutiny. He was sitting on the side of the tub, shirt off, pouring silky s...ap under the running stream. The smell of cinnamon and cloves filled the room and I breathed deeply and noticed the new but slight scratches on his shoulders. He turned to face me with a small smile and I opened my mouth to the first excuse that would cover my delay in returning home. As I spoke, I watched his eyes and then, surreptitiously,. At least Anna thinks so.During the next few days, Alexis observes her brother through a new pair of eyes.He is gone from home during the afternoons, probably at Anna's, doing, 'you know what.'He is getting to be more of a guy than just a boy, she has seen that. Maybe Anna is having all the fun. Looks that way. And it's destined to stay that way unless she does something about it. But what?She could just run into his room and dive onto his bed stark naked. Well, no. She could text him and just. I suppose that makes me her first and only proper boyfriend. With that responsibility, I did my best to enlighten her about the world of men and I have to say she was a good student, if rather conservative in her appetites.We moved in together and were married two years after that.Married life was good. At first, our sex life was pretty good too, making love four or five times a week. If our first sex together was a life-changing experience, I can tell you that making love to a woman who has. Last night, with Marc and then her husband later, had been the beginning, the turning point in her otherwise fruitless existence. At last she felt the emergence of the real woman who had been so long buried beneath the layers of false modesty and Victorian prudery. She was no longer her mother's daughter--she was full, rich, red-blooded, alive.But tonight was still another major step for her, and as Roger neared the Peacock Gap house of Marc and Cindy Cord, she realized that by accepting the.