They can stay in Europe where they belong. I’m fine without them.”“Okay, since it’s your deal, you get to decide. We’re more your family tha... they are anyway.”I reached up and squeezed her hand on my shoulder. “Damn right, Sister. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”Brie patted me one more time and went back to her lunch. I made myself a turkey sandwich but even cold cuts were a little too firm for my sore jaw.I shoved my plate away in disgust after one painful bite. I couldn’t deal with anything. “Well, now do you believe me,” she said, pulling the bra back up over her breasts. What ever came over me at that moment, I’ll never know, but whatever it was, it changed the rest of my life. I stood up and pulled her hands towards me, allowing the bra to fall to the floor at our feet. A look of panic filled her face and she made as if to bend down ad pick it up again but I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me and kissed her, a hard passionate kiss that stopped her in her. All too soon my first finger felt the overhang of her sweet tush.My heart missed another beat when I discovered she was not wearing panties.“What did you expect, Mr. B?” she asked brazenly. “I was all set for a night out.”“I guess you were,” I managed to respond, concentrating on spreading my hand as widely as I could over her right cheek and giving it a loving squeeze. It was soft and firm at the same time. I could have spent a long time massaging it, exploring the hills and valleys, but a new. I turned off the shower and I dried myself quickly.I went into my bedroom and put on my dressing gown.In the kitchen I filled a bowl with cornflakes and milk and munchedsilently as I tried to sort things through my somewhat scrambled head.The logical thing to do was go to the police station and tell them whathappened.The trouble was, I was 11 years old and I was not feeling very logicalat the moment.I remembered a program on telly that was about kids in an orphanage andhow they had been abused.