It sounded like someone had gone into the upstairs bathroom and a few minutes later, I heard someone exit the bathroom, so I went back upstairs to my ...oom. As I opened the door, there was Tiffany, sitting at my desk in front of my laptop, watching her friends in my sister's room. She turned to me, and said, "Hi, Billy."Oh, crap. Busted, busted. She got up and walked right past me to the door which she swung shut as she flipped on the light switch. She had her shirt on and I could also see the. . . Imean, when you did this to me, did you make it so that I was.. ." he stammered and tried again. "I mean, is there somereason that I am . . ."Gloria watched him stumble over his tongue with a tolerantamusement. "Sam, spit it out!" she ordered."Did-you-make-me-into-some-kind-of-nymphomaniac-as-part-of-this?" he said in a rush."Did we what?!?" Gloria choked out in disbelief. "Anymphomaniac?" Miserable now, Sam could only close his eyesand nod. Tears were pricking at the back of his. We talked about other things aimlessly but enjoyably until they left for their dorms.Later, I told Karen that my sister seemed to be subdued. Karen said, “No, Lover. There is something missing from her relationship with Matt. She likes him but she hasn’t the spark that was present in their relationship earlier.”“What do we do about it, Love.”“Nothing for now. She will have to approach us. I think she will.”We set aside time to talk with Rudolph on Tuesday. I had bought a lottery ticket and we. By that standard, I’d had sex with Sonia, even though I’d never slept with her, while I’d slept with all these girls, but never had sex with three of them.It made my head hurt.I tried to edge into bed beside them and was allotted about three inches of mattress. This really wasn’t going to work. Kate rolled toward me and I managed to hang onto the sheets to keep from falling off.“A little crowded, isn’t it?” she giggled.“Yeah. I feel kind of like a third wheel. Or seventh wheel,” I said.“Poor.