It was obvious to me that he was flirting, but never having done this before with a guy I wasn't sure what to do. He could tell I was watching and wa...n’t turned off by what he was doing. I was curious but not sure what to do next.I finally got up and headed to the steam room. It wasn’t too long before he followed me in. We were the only ones there. I was sitting naked enjoying the warm steam; he was sitting off to the side still with the towel loosely wrapped around his slim hips.Since we. " True ... I'm just relieved YOU'RE not my sister — I'm not feeling very brotherly towards you right at this moment..."His eyes glittered for a split second and then before she realised what his intention was, he kissed her again. It felt like they had been leading up to this moment right from the last time it had happened. Nicole tried to remember all the reasons she shouldn't be doing this - and failed miserably. Surely Lizzie had to be out of the picture if he was kissing her like this?All. " She shook her head.Lottë said nothing just smiled and squeezed her hands.Daphne looked at her and then silently hurried back to her room.Robin looked questioningly at Lottë."I touched some raw nerves last night," she said quietly. "I think or at least I hope that I pointed her in the right direction but it must still be painful for her. Tell you later."Lottë told Robin of her conversation with Daphne as they walked across to Cannon Street. They stopped in their usual place and Robin took her. Because both parents worked and were not home much, it was I that patched him up when he came home, bawling from a beating by a bully. I was the one to hold him when he cried about a broken toy or dropped ice-cream cone. Though he was only three years younger, I pretty much looked after him.There's more to the Frank and Frannie names as well. Mother is Florence, Dad is Fred. I guess they liked the alliteration, because I got named Francine and three years later came Frank. Most everyone just.