"What is THAT supposed to mean?" I had to ask."They do everything together," Candy answered, then added, "Well, everyhing except..." I get it!" I said... cutting her off, but Paul's father sounded like someone worth meeting, if only I could get some background on him from Candy.I mean, "What the hell?" If Candy's dating the son and finds him so dreamy she'd quit the rest of humanity, then he must have learned his interpersonal skills from his parents. There was a good chance that he learned his. It certainly would make my life easier, considering that I only had one that I knew about, I definitely did not expect Kassandra to come down and give me orders anytime soon, and if she did then I couldn't see myself not following them anyway.I didn't hear any talking from them, so I just relaxed and let the rain lull me to a much deserved nap. I could hear bickering quietly going on in the background, and lazily I ignored it. When they returned, without opening my eyes, I had them both start. We do get along fine, I think he does look up to me like a big sister sometimes and, he is cute. Not sexy-cute, just boy-cute. I would help him with his homework, if he needed it and he was nice to me, too.In the boyfriend department, I didn't do a lot, I was pretty enough, I guess, long, shiny black hair, nice boobs, small but very firm, not like Danielle Deross's big, huge ones. The boys all drooled when she walked by, no, mine are nice, just right for my size, I think.So, I didn't date much. I sat on her bed as I heard the sounds of her heels on the kitchen floor, then the sound of her keys as the door opened and shut. On Thursday, Randy and I were scheduled to watch the Villanova -- Duke game at his apartment. At least that was the story. I knew while the game was on, I'd likely see little of it. I arrived at his apartment dressed like he requested - barefooted in gym shorts and a t-shirt. We lived in the same apartment complex so it was a quick walk over. I arrived just before.