’ It was just a made-up name from long ago, and no one remembered its origin. ‘Backstreet Bernie’s,’ however, was a sacred watering hole for m... and a number of the locals. Nick Kleinhof was bartender during most afternoons and evenings. He was also the owner, and as you soon discovered, no one … I mean no one … messed with Nick. He was built like a brick shithouse as the saying goes, and more than once I’d watched him bounce some drunken clown out of his place without breaking a sweat. It was. I asked what was it and she replied that her friend forced her to see this. Then i told her not to do this kind of activities when mom is around.I then went to my room and freshen up myself and was thinking about what i saw and my tool became erect. At that time i was thinking badly about my sister. I thought of seducing her. I went to her room with t-shirt & shorts and no underwear. As soon as i entered her room she apologized to me and asked me not to tell this to our parents. While telling. She silently poured herself a cup of coffee, no cream, just a touch of sugar, and sat down at the kitchen table as she drank it.“On second thought, Doug,” she said, again very softly, “I ... I would like it if you came with me.”I nodded and grabbed my keys and cap.It was about a half-hour drive. Neither of us spoke a word during the trip.As I said, I usually just sat in the car and waited but today Sandy told me, just before she got out of the car, “Come with me, Doug.”On the two or three. Her bleary eyes focused on the clock on her night stand. It was past two o'clock in the morning. Who could be calling at this hour? Aileen thought she knew. She picked up the phone and answered, "Hello?" Aileen, it's me." Why did I have to give him my phone number? she thought."Ben, what do you want?" I want to explain..." Are you really married?" Yes." Are you really forty-three?" Yes." Then what is there to explain? You lied to me." I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you, I was going to tell.