We danced and flirted and it helped ease the pain of the place. I noticed her glancing distractedly and saw a man even less likely to be where we were... Older by ten years and gray haired, he wore a much younger outfit than seemed fitting: leather pants and a silk shirt unbuttoned to the navel. He looked away every time I glanced at him.Finally Bess arrived looking fantastic. Her deep blue wrap around dress clung to every curve and begged me to unwrap it. "Hurry," she said to me in a loud. Your sister, Tracy, perhaps loved you most of all. She would not let you sleep alone, because you were afraid of the dark. She held you, she carried you when you should have been walking. She treated you like her child. She held you in a rocker at night when you couldn’t sleep and wouldn’t come to me. Many nights she held you and rocked and dozed, then went to school the next day. You slept with her, either in her bed or in your bed next to hers, until she got married. I think you perhaps. She looked up at him nervously, and his eyes gave a strange look into hers. “How old are you?” She asked, swallowing a bit hard.“Twenty-five.” He looked into her eyes, as if waiting for her to push away and leave, but she stayed.“I am eighteen.” She looked up at him, as if waiting for the same reaction. But he stayed.“So what?” He pressed her back against the wall beside his door. One of his hands rested beside her head against the wall, placing her in an inescapable position between his arm. She always kidded that her breasts never grew up. They were small but firm and I liked them just as they were. In all of our years of dating and marriage, I had never criticized or make fun of her small breasts in any way. They were fine with me. She now stood there smiling at me dressed only in her panties! She took his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor and she again pressed her body up against him tightly as she rapped her arms amorously around his neck. At this point, I didnt.