“Maybe we could head out later,” she suggested. That told me she had it in mind to be on the prowl, much the way we had been the night that we had...met Dale. I nodded as I broke an egg. “Sure.” “I think I might go out for a walk later on. Want to come?” Cracking another egg I shook my head. “No. I just want to stay around the house for a while. Maybe soak in the Jacuzzi.” I broke open three more eggs and started moving them around with a spatula to scramble them. Behind me I heard the. I went over to the fence to pet her puppy, hoping he would settle down a bit. I looked at Heather, but she averted my look. Then I said, “Good morning” to her and she mumbled back something about it being a beautiful morning. For a minute or so our conversation was very tentative. Then I said, “Heather, this morning isn’t nearly as lovely as you were getting yourself off, the other day.” Heather blushed before looking into my eyes and saying, “OMG! I’m so embarrassed that you saw me doing. You won't need any other lights on in the room." That produced a little giggle from her. "Seriously, Babe, you've got a beautiful face, and a killer smile. Be sure to use that smile a lot." His last comment took away the momentary glum feeling. "OK. Tell me about your neck."The conversation continued for quite a while, with Glen asking for her detailed impressions of each body part. He worked through neck, shoulders, arms, hands, feet, legs, and tummy - all the publicly visible parts. He would. He was carefully guarding his emotions. It had to be rough on him, too. In all his confessions, he never once said he hated or even disliked Chloe.Was I sorry? Sorry seemed like such a silly word when applied to our situation, to what I’d done to my only sister. ‘Regret’ fell short, too. I acted so selfishly, aware of the damning consequences but too desperate to obtain my own pleasure.I’d become freakishly needy for Patrick’s touch. He had married my sister, shared her bed for years, had sex.