Then she offered me to sleep in her bedroom.But I denied“But I think there is no harm to sleep in my room” she saidI know aunty, but I think we bo...h need some privacy. Isn’t it”“It is ok tom” she said. “But you know you slept with me many times when I stayed at your home. You forgot those days”Ya I still remember aunty” I replied.” maby time you pee in your boxer those days and also made me wet” she smiled.With smiling face I said ” you also told me some fairy tales and took me in your lap like. Before the dozer got to within ten feet of the house, the track on one side came off. Once that was fixed, he attempted to push the house down again, and as soon as the dozer blade hit the house all the electrical in the machine fried and electrocuted the man running the machine. The dozer was towed away, and the house sat for another fifty years, never aging.This is where I come in to the story. My name is Robert Reese, but most people call me Bob. I mainly grew up in Jamestown, although some. Even half-asleep and hungover, Rick is the epitome of masculine power. Dark hair, blue eyes, 250 lbs of solid muscle packed onto a 6'4" frame. It's a real shame that the poor guy is dumb as a rock. That's actually why he's still here, living with Mom and Dad. He's two years older than me and was the town's great football superstar. Everybody swore he was going to be the next Drew Brees (I have no idea who that is... famous athlete or something) but after getting recruited to play ball up at UT,. I fall asleep, thinking how much I want this. When we do wake up, we both groan, the light is way too bright. “Ugh, I think I drank too much last night,” she complains.“No, we always drink the same, shut up. I’ll get you some water,” I get up and head towards the kitchen. I think it’s my own way of avoiding what’s to come. She follows me, wrapping up in one of the throw blankets. “So, um, last night…” She trails, unsure. I let out a soft groan, wishing we could just forget it. “Look, Bailey, we.