We were nine years old. We were a very mature nine. He sat down next to me, looked deep into my eyes, and spoke softly, lovingly to me."You saw it, di...n't you?" He asked. My heart froze. I knew what he meant. He hugged me and told me he had been seeing it for several months. He told me it was ok, if it had to happen, it had to happen. He said it might be for the best, as I was going to meet a wonderful man; a man that I might ignore if my brother was still there. As usual, he was right in every. "Goddammph!"he informed the universe as he stuck the injured digit in his mouth.I'll probably get tetanus and die, he figured darkly. When he got in front of his door, he sighed, pulled his finger outof his mouth, and inserted the key in the lock. It stuck. Again. "Oh, how fucking predictable," he cursed, and shook the keyviolently until it turned. "Shit." He opened the door, taking a tiny bit of vengeful pleasure atbouncing it noisily off the wall, and taking a bit more in. He came out a moment later, pausing for one last look in the mirror to make sure everything was polished and in its place.Her eyes lingered on his well-built form. They were in their dress blues. The ribbons and badges were their military biography and both wore a chest full of medals."Just about," Amanda replied. It was her idea to dress up for dinner. Tonight was their twenty-third anniversary; each one was special since their twentieth had almost been their last.She wheeled herself over to. "Excuse me, ladies, there seems to be a leak exactly where you're sitting," she said while pointing at an imaginary spot on the roof. "Do you mind if I moved you to a different booth? I'm sorry for the inconvenience lovelies; I'll gladly bring you guys a free appetizer." The women happily obliged and sashayed to a booth on the other side. Allyson turned back to me and pulled out her notebook."Why did you lie to those women? I didn't ask for your help," I said while attempting to stuff my penis.