What the hell, you fuck your brother-in-law. He’s family.”“That’s different, and you know it.”“So you say.”The bickering went on for ano...her week. Dad and I would shake our heads and kept a low profile. Neither of us was going to get in between the two sisters and get blamed again. Dad tried, and Aunt Lois accused him of not being able to control his wife; he was pussy whipped and a few other things until mom came to dad’s defense, and they started in on each other again.Another week went by,. James arrived at his usual time, and made his way to his plot. As normal, he wore old rugby shorts and a t- shirt. I couldn’t help but notice that his amazing body had become even more toned and tanned and his well-defined muscles seemed to ripple as he worked. As I guessed, or hoped he might, I watched as he removed his shirt, his smooth skin shining wet from sweat in the glare of the sun. There was no doubt he was becoming a major distraction for me. James was unaware of my presence and. I just met them!" I snapped. "What the hell was I supposed to think?"Aaron's smile faded as he realized that I didn't think this situation was funny, and he let out a breath, obviously having no idea what to say as we fell into another silence. It was probably a good thing that we hadn't made it very far into town before Aaron pulled over, because all I wanted to do was to get back to the house, and when we got there, I was out of the car before he even brought it to a stop."Rory!" Aaron called. John broke us out of that. ‘What’s it give?’ ‘What?’ ‘Overall for performance?’ ‘Oh yeah.’ She paused again. I could hear her take a deep breath and go on. ‘Well the weights here are 30-30-20-10 and 10. So it’s 8.7.’ ‘All right. Yes she did well there.’ ‘Very respectable at any age.’ Did she still sound funny? Or was that her normal voice? They paused. She asked ‘You got it all?’ ‘Yeah, I think so. What’s it make for a final score?’ ‘We just average the 3 – body, spirit and performance. Comes.