“Garter and stocking it is!” Just as I’m rolling one stocking up my thigh there is a knock at the door, Chris’s mate comes walking into the r...om holding a glass of what looked like Lilo’s killer cocktail. Again he has caught me partly naked but by this point I don’t even care. “Is that for me?” I gesture at the glass. “What? Sorry, no. But you can have it if you want.” He passes me the glass and I look at him in the face properly for the first time. “I’ve seen him before but I can’t place. At age the age of thirty-six, she was still a looker. Strawberry blonde hair, around 5'10, she wasn't fat, but she wasn't skinny either. She had tits that just begged to be sucked, around 36c or so, and had only a little of a sag. She had legs that didn't seem to stop; she always wore miniskirts to show them off. I hear footsteps as my brother, Bobby, comes running down the stairs. We both look alike, around 6'2 or so, and we are both pretty well built. We look exactly alike, except he has. “Yes, Mr?”“James Miller. A combustion engine works by burning or combustion of a fuel. The engine converts the energy from the combustion, pushing the piston which in turn rotates the crankshaft. Through a system of gears in the powertrain, this motion drives the wheels.”“Wow, impressive Mr. Miller. Someone knows there way around an engine. Now, I’ve got another question. Can someone tell me how a gun shoots a bullet?” This time, nerd girl raises her hand. “Yes, and what’s your name?”“I’m. Don't pin your faith in love being all you need. The fucking Beatles were wrong, and I'm a fan. So I don't say that lightly." We both sat in silence for a minute, the only sound being the campfire before us and the critters of the night."Never heard you talk like this, Uncle. It's quite a bit to take in," was the only response I could come up with as the weight of his hard-earned wisdom sunk in. Seeing me at a loss for words, he put his hand on my shoulder."You are my brother's son and I love.