”“My ex-wife is a libber,” said Terry. There didn’t seem to be any censure in his tone, even though he used a nickname she found objectionable...“Is that why you divorced her?” asked Erica, feeling irritated.“She divorced me, actually,” said Terry. “She said I was a male, chauvinist pig.”“And are you?” Erica wondered why she felt like she had to be so confrontational.“Probably.” He grinned. “I think she took things to extremes, though.”“Why is that?”“Well,” he said, “for one thing, she insisted. It might actually work but was I the kind of person to take that kind ofadvantage of someone? As I sat there thinking of reasons why it waswrong a red pickup truck pulled up to the curb and honked its horn. Theobject of my attention stood up, collected her books, and jogged over tothe truck.As my eyes followed the bounce of her hair, the bounce of her breasts,and the firmness of her butt my objections seemed to fade away. Idecided that if I wasn't that kind of person then perhaps I should. Now I didn't need Teddy, but wanted bedtime stories. Milk or juice became the refreshment. The window was adjusted to be closed or more open, she would turn the lamp to dim. Dad was always arriving later than my bedtime back then, because of his commute from the city. Often he had to work late at the office, to get the advancements he wanted. That paid off, later in his career, but it was mom who would be the parent present in the evenings.She would sit on the edge of the bed, when I was. Another person's hands on your back or anywhere else, for that matter, is amazing. We got out and grabbed some towels to find mom in our room opening the window."If you are going to be doing this, please remember there are other people in this house. I talked to Lily, who said she was simply watching you. I guess I should get her on the pill." Are you going to tell dad?" Jaki asked."No, I'm not. Be respectful of one another. If your sister doesn't want to, don't be a pushy older brother. I had.