“Hey sis, are you alright,” I hovered between the bed and the door in my indecision.Quickly pulling her leggings up she turned to shake her head a... me and a single choking sob escaped her lips.I moved to sit on her bed and put my arms around her.“Come on, what’s wrong, tell your big sister.” I had always been 90 percent big sister and ten percent mum to Ellie, and we could typically talk about things.It took a few more sobs and a little cajoling before I got her to open up“Beth, who did you. Я люблю тебя»,” she said. (“Good night. I love you.”)Two phrases that she had taught me and I remembered.“«Спокойной ночи. Я люблю тебя»,” I responded. (“Good night. I love you.”)I replaced the receiver in the cradle and breathed out a huge sigh of relief. Of all the things she could have said, a power struggle in Moscow was, somewhat surprisingly, probably the thing that would make me the least concerned! I went back to what had become my room, set the alarm so I could go to swim with. “ Its all bravado with them. Some of them claim to have done it. You know had sex. But none of them talk about how it felt and certainly not about orgasming. Nor doing it themselves”.“ I can believe that” I told her. “All guys know each other wank off but none of them will ever admit it. Imagine what they'd do if their girlfriends were then told!”“What?” Are you saying that they still do it even when they have a girlfriend?” she asked incredulously.“Don't know for certain Rhianna. I don't ask!”. Every day I would sneak into Vincent’s room, and place my cell phone in an area that faced his bed. If he brought a girl home, I would have a ringside seat, and learn, firsthand, about the intricacies of sex. Less than one week later, it happened. Vincent brought this gorgeous, girl home. Her olive skin and black hair were stunning, and her body was amazing. She was statuesque, without the oversized chest, or wide hips. She was perfectly proportioned, and as Vincent undressed her completely,.