I think I'll just head off to bed." I'm not going to be far behind," Brock added."Just as long as it's a different bed," Meredith joked."I really do h...ve to get some sleep," Brock said a few minutes after Zoe had wandered upstairs."I think bed is a great idea," Meredith said with a grin. "Last one in Brock's bed is a rotten egg."She had shifted positions with Randi so Brock wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her in place."You get a head start," Brock told the little blonde girl sitting. She pulls out her iPhone and types a quick message to Ryder. “Home?” she asks. “Yeah, enjoying a beer and the game,” is his quick response. Smiling to herself, perfect, she thinks, before sliding her phone in the pocket of the black leather blazer. She takes the zipper of the blazer in her gloved hand and slowly pulls it up. Her gloved hands go to her mid-back length dark brown hair; quickly tying it into a pony tail. She leaves it to hang down the middle of her back, lying against the soft. After a long time of love making, my brother was ready to leave. I hurrily left house and came back when he left. I planned to give my brother the greatest gift, that’s MYSELF. At first I was hesitating and feeling guilty for thinking in such way about my own brother. But I was desperate. 4/5 days later my husband went to visit his parents, what he does 2/3 times every month. I called my brother to come and stay with us as there was none to guard us. I arranged his bed with me. He was saying no. I kept my work clothes all together, including the shoes, in my bottom drawer. When I came out of the bedroom, I was wearing my frilly white blouse with a deep V, no bra, my black leather miniskirt which cupped my ass and hinted at my asscrack and my black shoes which were a bit too small. This time I put my hair up. Every second Friday I had to put my hair up. I called a cab since I didn’t want to walk around my neighborhood dressed like a hooker. “Roscoe and Main, please”, I told the cab.