.”Giggle. “Almost literally.” I shook my head. Hair’s still damp, but there’s a bounce to it and I happen to know that my Bill is wired such...that me shaking my hair is a major thing to him, as verified by him attacking my neck with his mouth.I squealed. “AHHGGGGG!”“You started it.”“Turn the TV off. I know where we can finish this...”Some time later, he’s propped up on an elbow, his free hand caressing me tenderly. “You’re still so much my little brown-haired girl, darlin’.”“I like being that. I. That's good, because I am, too." You are?" Yeah," she said with a grin and a slight blush. "Yeah, I'm good." Okay, then." I smiled back.Her grin got wider. "Okay."We both took big sighs of relief, still grinning like idiots. She came over and hugged me when I stood up, and I hugged her back, tightly. "You're the best brother in the whole world," she said.I leaned my head on top of hers. "I've got good material to work with." She squeezed me tighter, then let me go."Okay," she said, "we need to. It was a lovely day out, warm for the season, but Trisha’s boss at the boutique was stiff in the back: if it’s an eight hour shift and there are clients dropping in, even if sporadically, then you girls need to stay put and work your asses off. The contrast of the sight of the blue sky and sunshine outside the window and the plethora of cold and warm ceiling lights and other LED lights in the boutique flipped Trisha out, at least inside. She held back, had to, and all she could do was counting. "Well, umm, a MILF, ummm, means mother I'd like to.... Well, you know." I looked at her with my I-didn't-know-that-was-wrong look."Oh. OH. So you think I'm hot do you?" she asked in all seriousness. "Yes I do. But why were you crying? What got you upset?" trying to change the subject."Well its silly really. You know I haven't been, well... with a man in quit some time now, and I, well I just miss having a man compliment me or even flirt a little with me. I guess I miss having men pay attention.