He hoped this was so, even though it was sure to break his heart. He would rather have cut out his own heart, than tell her goodbye. He knew, that da... was coming, sooner or later. If only, there was some other way. He knew that there was no other way they could go. He cried like a baby after that. His fingers were trembling way too much to even try to type and send her an email. He would have to call her.She answered the phone, while wiping the sleep from her eyes. She had not slept much. She having been a VP of bank is well read, street smart and surely capable to stopping people like me right at their heels but she didn’t. Was that the sign I was looking for? I chose to believe it so. We kept walking. As we approached a lamp post and I increased the distance between our hands. As we passed it I came closer again. The situation had become very uncomfortable. Words had dried up. It was silent slow walk with tension that was ripping me apart. My heart began beating louder. I. Other than hugging, even though I wanted to touch her tits and finger her pussy, even though I wished she'd touch my cock, even though I masturbated night and day over the thoughts of her naked, other than some cheap feels and desperate gropes, we never touched one another in a sexual way. We were cousins, after all, just watching television together and i****t was a line we just didn't cross.Besides, times were different back then and we were both innocent virgins. No one knew, but me, that I. I'd wondered if Ballard's busted balls were going to come back to haunt me. When she asked, I told Liz what had happened at the Crane cocktail party. I ended the story with a chuckle and said, "So, ask your sister if Ballard is talking with a slightly higher voice lately."Liz giggled. "Abby, that's my sister, says he's huge, that he looks like a mountain man, authentic scraggly beard and all. Do me a favor and try to avoid him until after the prom." After which you won't care if he breaks my.