.. fantasized... about someone close to you. I don't mean friends, but..."My mother looked at me in silence, then started smiling and, damned if I did...'t notice, opened her legs a little wider."You mean people who are related?" Well... yeah. I mean... is it so strange that, for instance when you have a gorgeous brother, or sister, that you fantasize about them?" Of course not. Like your father and I always told you, fantasies belong to you. Nobody gets hurt with them. And you don't even need. He was short like a fireplug and hard. Again, no fat. They gazed around and then fastened their stare on Sal. They walked over and asked if he could spare some change. Sal was not a complete fool. Instead of giving them money for whatever he instead said, "If you are hungry I would be glad to buy you some coffee and a piece of pie." They smiled and accepted. Gladys was watching and she shook her head at Sal, but he decided he might actually have a chance to meet someone today. He was naive but. None of them had a future. Then my sister came home on leave.She had enlisted in the Army as a clerk-typist the summer she graduated. She had just made Specialist 4th class and had the news that she was being assigned to a recently reopened post only an hour and a half from home. She had a car, nice civilian clothes and actual money in her pocket. A week later she and I went to the recruiter’s office.This was 1977. Vietnam was finally officially over. The Army was, frankly, a wreck and. “What kind of roommate relationship do you want?” she asked. A year ago, asking a question like that on first meeting her roommate would have been totally beyond her.“It’s not so much what I want, it is what would allow us to be comfortable,” said Oscar turning to face Sandy. Trying to gauge her reaction to his words, he said, “I’m willing to make what ever kind of accommodation you would like.”Smiling at his answer, Sandy said, “I like a little sex before going to bed at night. I find that it.