.. a te yearning for a partner to do this dance with. Someone who, like me, just wants to feel all right.... As I check my phone, the reminder for an ...nformal networking happy hour at the clubhouse catches my eye. Smiling, I head to the door, checking my hair one last time as I sweep into the hallway toward what may turn into a lovely opportunity to connect.Down the elevator and into the club room. The noise of the serious professionals washes over me as I glide toward the bar and grab a glass. "I don't feel so hot nowbut in a few days I will be up on my feet and will be able to take careof you instead of you taking care of me."As we left the clinic and walked outside to the waiting taxi I clung onto my mother's arm in order to steady myself, silently cursing myself forwearing heels, and let her open the door to let me in. When she got inthrough the other door and slid next to me she grabbed my hand as we tookthe short ride back to my house in Notting Hill. She glanced down at thehem. That cost him all contact with his unforgiving bible-bashing family. We were his family. When he died much too young there were rumors it was AIDS, but that was false. He died from testicular cancer. Over the loud protests of his "loving family" he left everything he owned, including his half-interest in the business, to Mom and Dad. That left Dad in charge of it all and he had to spend much more time in the showrooms than he really wanted to. Dad was a guy who wanted to get his hands dirty at. You are my sister and I shouldn’t think about you like this, but I couldn’t control myself. I think you are the hottest woman on earth, and I have been masturbating thinking about you since I saw you naked the first time when I was seventeen. I was shocked to read that. I took a deep breath and tried to remember when did he see me naked? Oh yes, I remembered. It was when I was twenty-three years old, and we all were going on a vacation at my Aunt’s beach house. I did forget to close the door.