" But sissy, why?" I wrapped her in a hug."I can't tell you. I just want you to know that I love you. You're the best little sister ever. And I’m so...ry I yelled out you earlier." It's ok. I love you too sissy." I pulled away and gave her a kiss on the cheek."Be a good girl." I tucked her back in under the covers and within seconds, she was fast asleep.I headed out of her room and down to my mom's. I didn't want to wake her. She had fallen asleep to some movie on TV. I could tell she had been. " Your favorite whore?" Chel, I never said that. I love you. Now, I'm coming in. Please trust that I won't hurt you." Okay" She said, prepared for the worst. The door slid open and Abraham stepped in."Are you okay? You're not hurt are you?" No, I'm fine." Her arms floating up, signaling to be held as she willed tears to her eyes. Abraham stepped in, falling for the ruse. Arms around her he was too late when he noticed she grabbed the taser on his belt. Too late to keep himself from being stung. While it would probably fit his new waist and barely cover his new behind, his mother had put on a fair amount of weight over the last decade and it couldn't have fit her for ages. He figured out how it likely would go on his new shape, stepped into it and zipped it up. It actually fit him pretty good and he had to admit that Betty's long legs looked good in the skirt, even from the perspective of being the one with the legs instead of admiring them from afar. He grabbed a rubber band from his. What appears to a man to be a yes-or-no, straight forward question, will appear as something entirely different to a woman. She finds a lot more implication in the phrasing than he does. It’s a language barrier. Where a guy reads that as a simple question, ‘have you ever cheated on a partner or spouse,’ which is a simple yes-or-no, a woman reads the underlying judgement (‘are you a cheater?’), and that’s where it all goes wrong. I suppose I could be totally off, but if I’m skewed it’s down to.