He started unbuttoning the front of my pajama shirt one by one, slowly taking his time and hissing. His face must have been closer to my chest because...the more he exposed me chest, I felt hot breath falling on my naked skin. Oh oh, I thought. I wasn’t wearing a bra. As the two sides of my shirt came apart and my naked chest was exposed I questioned the actions of my brother silently in my head. What was he doing? What was my brother doing? Why did he take of my shirt? The curiosity was eating. I was walking up and down my local high street when I noticeda sign in the window of a small shoe shop saying HELP NEEDED. I opened the door and was met by a lady in her sixties who asked if she could help me. I said that I was interested in applying for the part time job. She told me that she ran the shop alone since sadly her husband had died a few months ago and needed someone to help part time with shifting the heavy boxes and also help with serving the customers when it got busy. She asked. She was always a small girl, the smallest in her school classes. But her brilliant mind and determination, made her popular with her classmates. The all-star jock, Jason, wooed her, screwed her, and knocked her up, just before they graduated. They married, she had her little boy, and the little guy died six weeks later. His lungs just wouldn’t develop. She remained barren after that. My own son, my only child, had been killed in Vietnam. Jason and Robbie remained married for fifteen years,. "This is where Mom stays when she's here. You can toss your stuff anywhere."Sarah relieved herself of the weight of her backpack, large purse and portfolio, all pressing heavily on her shoulders, dropping them in a corner as far from being in the way as possible. "Thanks," she sighed. "So your mom doesn't live here?" Thankfully not too often. She usually heads home to our little house in Yonkers. Dad needs the company." They're still married?" smiled Melissa."In their way. Dad kind of.