I hadn't actually said the words that had just come from my mouth. I recognized that they were from whoever was directing this pageant called my secon... life. And as before, they left more questions unanswered. What was this task for Kalani? Did it involve me, and my unclear mission. I could only wait and see.I was coming out of the bathroom, when Kalani returned. I was naked, intending to put on a clean pair of boxers after my shower. But when she saw me, she stopped and stood looking, a silent. ”“CÂ’mon, Cavan!” he exclaimed, balling his fists at his side angrily. “Just tell me what youÂ’re doing! I wonÂ’t tell Mom, honest!”“FineÂ… But close the door.” He did so, then stood next to my bed. I felt awkward laying there, nude, with him watching, but for some reason, I didnÂ’t want to get dressed.“Alright, so,” I started, blushing a little. “UmmmÂ… Masturbating isÂ… UmmmÂ… When a guy…” I trailed off, unable to finish. “Why donÂ’t you just show me?” he asked, cocking his head. Charlie enjoys doing things with me that Greg doesn’t. The fact that Greg encourages us to indulge each other, just makes me love him even more.”Greg leaned over, pulling Becky into a soulful kiss that I knew was just what she needed. I could feel Becky’s pulse begin the race as their kiss turned volcanic. When they separated, Becky was sobbing, “Oh God, now I’m falling in love with two guys, who I can’t have. When will I ever find a man who will kiss me like that and want to be my soulmate?”I. And yes, I’m a snoop, the same as a lot of other folks. I like to see what people have hidden away in their bathrooms and can’t stop myself from looking.There was a dog-eared copy of Fanny Hill in the drawer next to the toilet. I could tell by the cover it was a sex book so I had to take a peek. I must say the story was very enlightening.“Now don’t take all day in there, girl. It’s getting near dinner time and I can use some help.”“Okay, Aunt Becky. I’ll be right there.”Peeling potatoes is not.