Scenes of the evening flashed through my brain. It was so bizarre ... like some kind of weird dream. But it still, guilt-ridden as I was, it was givin... me a hard-on. On the way we had passed the Erie Café. Images of Marcia popped up: devouring her huge breakfast, the sad look of a girl that had done such a disgusting thing and would repeat it over and over was written on her face, the kind and grateful looks she gave me. I remember her getting out of the car like any other girl her age when I. I guess I was finally getting used to my dutiful married man modus operandi and would have to put little Jessica in the unopened box of goodies category in my little black book of love and lust. In all honesty, I didn’t mind because the promise of Julie’s sweet flanks was enough to keep me more than satisfied with staying on the straight and narrow until “the death do us part” of our marriage vows.I signed for the box of my Uncle’s effects and folded the inventory list of the contents in half. ’ ‘Sure. I’ll bet yours gets like that when you pee.’ ‘No. Actually, I can’t pee when I have an erection.’ ‘Really? Why’s that?’ ‘I don’t know, but I just know that I can’t.’ ‘Well, I’ve noticed that you have an erection nearly all the time when we’re together. If that’s the case, you must have a very full bladder.’ ‘Sarah, there’s something about you, or some chemistry between us that causes me to have an erection. Most of the time, I don’t have any control over it. It stands up when I’m near. Mom always taught me that hitting girls was not right for a man. Mom did bring us up right.And also by this time, mom knew Ging and me were lovers. She wasn’t thrilled back then, but she accepted it and got us protection.Now anyone who’s had k**s knows that t*****n is the age from hell. And my sister was no different than any other k*d. In fact, she was probably worse, bring that she already had a lover. One day, mom and Ginger were having a world class screaming match. I figured Ging.