Shouldn't he be over her already? She'd been his first real relationship, one with regular sex, that is. Had he actually loved her, or was it the sex,...sex and more sex that he loved? He threw punch after punch until his heart pounded and blood roared in his ears."Hey, Karate Kid," Deana said.He turned and saw his sister on the open staircase that led down to their finished basement. “What,” he said."Don't be hostile," Deana said, and sat with her legs hanging over the edge of the staircase.. He pumps a few times then rolls off and goes to sleep.Wham-bam-thank-you-mam, that's it. No spark! No feeling! No nothing, except laying there in a wet spot trying to go to sleep.Is this it, I thought? Had we become our parents? "Quiet, George the kids may hear. Not tonight, I have a headache."At twenty-two did I have forty or fifty more years of this? As the days and weeks rolled by this became our norm. Then thoughts creped into my head, maybe we had been to young and this was a mistake on. "Damn," he muttered under his breath.Rob glanced up sharply from his computer. "Another rejection?"Brandon sighed, and then nodded. "Yup." He flopped his forehead onto his upturned palm, shaking his head slowly. "What are we going to do?"Bert, the third roommate, looked up from his studies. "How much longer do we have before we lose the deal?"Brandon sighed, his head still shaking slowly. "Thirty days," I think the dean is pulling strings around town," Rob observed bitterly. "Trying to keep us. She was luscious. Her breasts were so perfect and firm they barely jiggled as her hands worked at the buttons. She stood with one leg on the floor and one knee on the bed as she rambled on. She had the pajama shirt unbuttoned and would soon have it on, covering her pink tipped breasts.I stopped arguing within myself. I walked to the bedside lamp and turned it off. She stopped talking and looked up at me. I stared daringly into her wondering face as I approached her. I dipped my head, licked a.