I went to my older sister, Laura. At home, I caught her in her room, asking if I could talk to her about something personal. She changed from her scho...l uniform into a pretty blouse and skirt.She had me sit down on her bed. This is my best recollection of that moment from 45 years ago.“Laura, you’ve got a boyfriend, right?”“Yeah, do you have a girlfriend? Is that what this is about?”“No, I don’t think any girl thinks of me like that. I’m not really a sports guy, and all the girls want. If he couldn’t fall asleep on top of her softness, he could with it in his arms.When she dried up completely, Gayle changed the sheets and soaked them in the tub in the laundry room. She took to inviting men for a nooner after lunch as well as to share her room after dinner. By skipping every third nooner, she got a rotation at night. They’d all talked about their distaste for ‘love on a schedule,’ but she felt her special situation excused her.Meanwhile, the guys were making their own. If he looked good, it was nothing to be embarrassedabout! Hell, she -- er, he -- would make a good catch!Jim walked out of the auxiliary girls' changing room with a sexy swingto his hips. He wondered why that cutie Dan the Hand wasn't waiting forhim.Her.Whatever.***"Are you sure you want that one, dear?" Sara asked.Jim nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, that's it. Cut it like that."The beautician shrugged. "Okay, honey. You're the boss." She thought itwas more than a bit odd for the teen to be. The next team arrived to try their hand and scored a hit on their first shot, Patrick downed the drink but they never got another while we sank every shot we fired. Yet another team demolished and the crowd cheered rapturously.Team after team came and went, never really challenging us, yet slowly we were getting drunker and drunker. Suddenly I spotted them across the living room, a group of girls I’d never seen before. My mind cleared, how could I have got so distracted? I didn’t come here to.