She'd gotten a divorce, so she was free and she came to live with us after Mom died, and to look after us. We sure needed it.Aunt Sandy was something:...a short, blond ball of fire. With her hair cut so short she looked like a Q-tip, except that no Q- tip was ever that curvy. Nothing extravagant; she's no Dolly Parton or anything, but you could definitely tell she was a woman.It was weird having a good-looking woman around the house. Mom was pretty, I guess, but, well, she was our Mom, you. Could I live with myself knowing that I would be responsible for the collapse of an entire civilization, alien or otherwise? As the sun finally fully rose above the horizon, the vines began to pull. Very slowly, she was tugged, nudged, dragged toward the thick trunk of the ancient tree. As her eyes opened and instantly met with and locked onto mine, I lost myself in those small orange orbs, receiving a single telepathic image from her. …the moment when she knew, when she had taken my hand and. ‘No.’ Thomas spoke quietly. ‘I came here because my life seems to be circling the drain. I.. This is difficult to say.’ Randy cleared his throat. ‘I am impotent its reaching into my life this…Last part of my being a man.’ Randy’s voice was trembling. Susan instinctively reached for his hand. He moved it out of her reach. It was impossible not to see that he was going thru his own hell. ‘I told you Randy its okay.’ Susan said with compassion. Randy stood up walking back towards the window.. ‘I can’t,’ he croaked. ‘You’re my s****r.’ ‘And you’re my b*****r,’ she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. ‘There’s no one on earth I love more than you, Lyle. Please…I need this.’ A wealth of supressed emotions flooded through Lyle. His s****r, his sweet, beautiful, innocent s****r…he had saved her from the predations of perverts and sacrificed his own personal life to do it. But he hadn’t minded. He loved her. He loved her more than anyone. He would rather spend time with her than do.