If you'll just sign the registration card. Nancy, let him have it at half price. Sir, if you would like some dinner, or a drink in the lounge, the res...aurant is just through there. Perhaps you would like to wait a few minutes. I'll take your bag up and just make sure the room is made up for guests." She came around the counter, took my suitcase, and went to the elevator.I signed the card and pushed a credit card across the desk. "I don't think I'll have dinner. Not hungry." Actually, I was. My wife kind of walked around the small space as the guy that was with her talked and motioned with a hand holding a sketchbook. He didn’t look all that bad. He was a little taller than her five foot six, with curly brown hair and a goatee that was trimmed around the mouth and dipped at least to his Adam’s apple. I guess he did kind of look like an artist. He had on black jeans and a pale blue turtle neck that were definitely out of season since it was already getting sticky outside. He looked. Well, I can always ask Donnie.Donnie is my brother, he's fifteen and knows everything, well, about sex, anyway. I'm thirteen and I know almost nothing about it. Maybe I'll ask Donnie.So, the next afternoon, after school, I walk down to his room, the door is open, I peek in and there he is at his computer."Hey, Donnie, what's up?"He jumps a bit and changes screens, a sure sign he was looking at porn."Oh, hi, not much. What's up with you, Sis, anything earthshaking?" Nah, not much, just a sex-ed. ”He nodded. “You’re right, they mostly are. Little wiry endurance guys. It’s not a requirement though, you just have to be height and weight proportionate and pass all the physical challenges. Some of those are a bitch for bigger or smaller people, so they end up with a prototype as you say."“But you made it.”"Nobody thought I would, but yeah. It was a stone bitch, but it was worth it. Best bunch of guys you'd ever want to be around."I didn’t say anything for a moment, pondering the paradox of.