.. yeah, that's what the girls said. The fucking idiot..." Sean trailed off. He considered, debating how much if anything to say. He picked up his dri...k again, figuring that would probably really help the decision making process, then put it back down and leaned forward with his arms on the table, looking at Kine."Look, man, I have to ask you ... have you ever just suddenly lost respect for someone you were with?" Kine looked up, startled, leaning forward on the table as well. Sean's eyes. She was a data processor for a check recovery firm. Nobody cared about her enough to want to kill her. This whole thing was crazy. She just had to explain that to this…whoever, and then he’d go away. The thought crossed her mind for a moment that he might be crazy, but she was in a public place, surrounded by people. He wouldn’t try anything here, even if he was insane. She opened her mouth to tell him that, but before she could get out the first word, he pressed a finger to her lips. ‘Don’t. J., this time. You're the one who brought me out of it. And I appreciate it!" I did, too. I may be as capable of spouting bullshit as the next guy, but in this instance, I was speaking God's own truth.Patti could tell I meant it, and she beamed. I got that full-frontal smile again, and felt my knees starting to go. I knew it was time to get as far away from that third-base box as it was possible for a starting third baseman to get. At least, this time, I wasn't sporting an erection. It's really. .my brother was my boyfriend. Or would at least do what my boyfriend is too scared to. And I think sometimes he wishes it too. I can see when I bend over, he stares and almost drools at my perfect round ass almost spilling out of my tight shorts. Or when my shirt shows cleavage of my perfect olive tanned, perky, C cupped breasts, I notice him almost wanting to bury his head between, and I kind of wish he did. But he never makes a move being my brother and all.Anyway. It all started two weeks.