I was propped up on my elbows looking at playboys. I was so turned on, lost in my mind of all sorts of fantasies. My heart pounding in my chest from t...e excitement I felt, when it stopped abruptly when I heard, “WHAT THE FUCK?” I turned around there was my 2 year older brother standing in the door, his practice called off due his coach was sick. Talk about sick, my stomach flipped, my heart pounding so hard I swear he could hear it, I broke down and cried so hard asking him not to tell. He was. " "How can I prove to you that I am real?" "I don't know." The ride home is quiet. When I park my car, he vanishes. I look up at my bedroom window and see him staring out at me. I sigh, walking inside the house and up the stairs to my room. I take off my coat and throw it on the ground. I shed all my heavy clothes off until I am only in my underwear and tank top before I climb into my bed, under the covers. He appears next to me, tracing little circles on my stomach. "I am real, Amy," he says.. .. ''Sorry, David.' I said and hung up.I poured a glass of vodka, and made myself comfortable on the couch. My leg felt sore. Ten minutes later, I was still thinking about David. Why does he behave like this? Does he really care for me? I don't believe it. He just acts in an ingratiating manner. Was it possible that he have seen me on crutches? No. Moreover, he had called before I went out. Half an hour later, I felt my eyelids becoming very heavy.They slipped something like a long white. Imogen’s right. I don’t do dates.”“I know! I just said I know that, didn’t I?” Then under her breath, “I told her this was a bad idea.”“Told who?”She half-smiled. “Who do you think?”“Imogen?”She nodded.“So this was her idea?”“No. It was my idea, but I dismissed it as a bad one. She talked me into believing that...” She shook her head again. “I’m not saying let’s go on a date. I’m not saying let’s go to the movies, or for dinner or anything romantic or anything like that. But, maybe, since you.