About two weeks later, it was Tommie Ann’s birthday. She was having a party with some friends and family, and I was invited, but due to work I could...’t attend. I always like to get people stuff on their birthday, so I asked her what she wanted and she just shrugged and said she’d think about it and let me know.A few days later, I got a phone call from her when I arrived home after work.“I’ve thought about what I want for my birthday, and I know what it is,” she said.“Oh, year?” I. She brushed my cheek and prevented a tear from gathering in my eye.“You look...”“Hindenbergish?” She suggested with a grimace.“Not hot enough.” I charmed but she just looked put upon.“Up again are we? C’mon, let’s go see Doc Vanessa and I’ll catch you up. Do you remember your last flash?” She waddled ahead and was talking far quicker than she could move. I put on the snarkiest smile I could.“Can you still fuck?”“Jesus, Brian!” She flipped her hair when she turned her head, “You know how sick. He is the spitting image of his uncle George, my brother, when he was seventeen.At that age I was in love with my brother. I don't mean I loved him as a brother, but as the strongest male influence in my life and in the physical sense.I was two years younger than George and it started when I was eleven.An awkward time; Just starting puberty and even my own brother and father were starting to look at me differently. George just came to my room late one night, woke me up, and as he was pushing me. Cece was her first and only true love in her life, but it all turned out to be... to be a charade! She was a simple fool falling for it, for that four long years ignoring all those clues right in front of her eyes.She reached for the empty bottle and two tiny drops came out. Shannon laughed. Good to the last drop! She thought of getting room service to send up something, but caught herself in the last moment, remembering the hotel was so cheap that it didn't have room service of any sort. The.