She would start at the top and work all the way down. After my sister came along we were on our own when came to baths. It was an hour or two of scr...w off time for us. One Saturday night we were in the tub screwing around, making Too much noise and the old man came in and demanded that we bringIt down, or we’d be in big trouble. As kids will do, we didn’t listen. The old man came in and spanked our bare butts, he was one not to have, a gentle hand. He said from now on he was going. It wouldn't be long before I realised that it was the entire female half of the population that had this skill, it was just more honed in mothers.As expected, the explaining of the weird events that had taken place at the Jacobs' house proved embarrassing to me and amusing to Mum.When I'd finished, Mum said, as if to explain everything. "Not too surprising, Anita's just like Sandra."Unsurprisingly, this explanation passed me by. I had no idea who Sandra was and why that should explain. I was a reformed alt guy. I used to have plugs, but I had the lobes of my stretched out ears removed and stitched up… I had gone overboard when I was younger, enough that I had been able replace my plugs with for Gatorade bottle-caps. I also had a blacked out tattoo on my calf that was originally a portrait of Che Guevara. My only other tattoo was a partial sleeve on my upper arm and shoulder, of Cthulhu hovering over a pack of ghouls. It was just a shaded outline that any button-up shirt could. I redressed and tip-toed back to his bed. Leaning down, I caressed his face and we kissed for the first time. It was soft and sweet and when I pulled away, I whispered, ‘Thank you. That was incredible.’ He smiled and I kissed his cheek one last time before turning and making my way back to the door. As I turned to close it behind me, I whispered to him, ‘Good night.’ I tip-toed back to the living room and crawled back into my sleeping bag. I was still feeling light-headed as I laid back,.