"You don't have to," Rick replied, divining that she was admitting to being defenseless. "Concentrate on other people. I'll be there to help with THAT... too!" Why am I here?" Because I want you to be." Why? Why are YOU different?" she asked."I don't know the answer to that any more than you do," he replied. "It just is." We fight." Do we? Is that what it is?" he retorted."It's not making love..." Things changed yesterday." I want to make love." Here? Now?" Rick displayed mild surprise. In fact,. .. well, let me start it a different way.First off, my name is James. Don't call me Jim or Jimmy or Jimbo, it's James. Simple.My sister is Robin and we live in, um, maybe I shouldn't say where, I guess. It's in the Midwest, anyway. We live with our parents, both of them, Mom and Dad, unlike so many of our friends whose parents have divorced or whatever.I was sixteen when this took place, Robin was fifteen. We got along pretty well, she got better grades that I did except for math and science. Never.’ ‘Fine, then.’ To my shock, she scooped up the project and stuffed it in a bag. It would never be finished. While she put away her sewing things, she muttered about trying to teach something to an ungrateful kid. I could only stand there, stunned. ‘Go on!’ she snapped. ‘Go read a book. That’s what you really want to do.’ In fact that was what I really wanted to do. Reading was all I had ever really enjoyed. But still, something like rejection flowed like ice water through my veins. I had. As I sat down at one of the tables a bit away from the bar a black young guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. "Sure" I said. We were there just with our small towels around our waists. He had a perfect body and he noticed my eyes screening over him. He let his towel open so I could see his enormous dick hanging in the open. My eyes couldn’t help staring at it."I saw you in the dark room" he said. "What?" "Yes, with the two guys. I was hiding in a corner with a friend when you came.