"Mr. Crowley, please tell us what happened on the afternoon in question." Well, I'll be the first to admit I ain't no angel. I was there with Irene in...her bed engaged in relations. We were all like missionaries and I was on top. I don't hear nobody come in and so I'm assumin' we're all alone. All of a sudden, I hear this loud bang and splinters of wood are flyin' at me from the bedpost. So I raise up and turn around and there is her husband, Leon, with this huge f-, uh monster gun in his hand.. I wasn’t sure if I meant it, but at least I hadn’t injected a healthy dose of sarcasm into the word.“Look, I don’t want us to lose contact with each other,” she said. “Promise me we’ll talk, okay?”“What do you mean?”“I don’t want to hold you back. I just ... Every couple of weeks, let’s make some time to talk and keep up with the news. Does that sound like something we can do?”“Yeah, I suppose, that’s fine,” I said lightly. “It’s easier to handle that than the invitation to spend Christmas with. There’s logic behind my reasoning. When we did it, and by did it, I do mean sex, the deed, the act, or whatever you feel comfortable calling it, was too short. It was a sexually charged night…How do I explain it without coming off as a sick asshole? It wasn’t because we wanted to have sex with each other, we did it to release sexual frustration. It was a logical, educated decision, but in doing so, it didn’t last very long, and I don’t want my sister thinking I’m a two pump guy.This is what. I wasn't sure how far to take this business of hiding her that I had begun when her stepfather had come looking for her back at the pier.Eventually we talked about what she could do. We walked through many possible future scenarios for her life in the short run. It turned out that she had already graduated high school and had been planning on going to the local Community College in our area while living at home. 'Home' was now out of the question for her but she still wanted to start college if.