I had always been a nice boy, not aggressive, butnot one to back down from anyone either, I was that tough little MarkJames. Now, I don't feel so toug..., maybe even a little needy, no,threatened would be a better word, as though my world was spinning outof control and I had no way to stop it.I knew I didn't want to become Mark James again, as much as I missedhim, but I knew who Amanda Flowers had become was still a little bit ofa boy named Mark. I still had a little of that devil may care. If anyone out there has been in any similar strange and grotesque but somehow arousing situations in their life, I’d love to read of it, as I’ve become interested in the complexity of human relationships, and the mix of pain and pleasure that certain experiences can cause in people. Anyway, Mandy needed a new computer after a couple of months. So, Jayde got Jim in, a PC tech, [who worked with her company’s computers, and was supposed to be good], to get one and set it up for her.Me, Jayde and. Her actual response caught me by surprise."Normally, lover, I'd say yes so quickly that you wouldn't need to ask the question! But as my period starts this weekend, and the girls downstairs are going to be out for a while, just this once I'll miss out on the cuppa, in favour of a trip to the half landing bathroom and a reminder of how useful the radiator is!"Well, I most certainly wasn't going to turn down an invitation like that! I took our dressing gowns off the hook on the back of the door. She breast fed everyone of us. I was born 18 months after the sister just older than I. So, based on how long I suckled at my mother's breast (over two and a half years), she must have been weaned early to make room for me. Now, I was observing her nursing my new little sister on a constant basis. It could either have triggered memories for me, or more likely, I just got jealous of my little sister being held and nuzzling my mother's tits. But, I don't ever remember resenting that sister. I was.