.. maybe even do more." She paused. And when it became obvious I wasn't going to say anything she added, "I'd need this. Please?"I immediately looked ...er in the eyes. "Why? Why exactly do you need this? Can you tell me?"She thought a moment then looking away as if ashamed she mouthed the word, "No."I sat down next to her on the bed and covered her back up. I gently put my hand on the side of her face, and rubbed her cheek with my thumb and asked, "Does this have anything to do with the fact you. "I did remember him from her office Christmas party. A huge, good looking man of 23, the same age as Jane. He treated me quite contemptuously when I was introduced to him, I got the impression that he considered me a wimp, which I have increasingly found that I am."Has he....?" I began to say, but was cut off by Jane."No, he hasn't fucked me yet, but we have had some heavy petting sessions in his car, and I have sucked him off." But you have always refused to do that" I said, "you told me you. " Tom saidI nodded, and Tom went inside.For the next few days, Jackie disappeared. Aunt Denise and her husbandtried to call everyone to track her down. My mother moved in with mesince we were back in SF. After a few days, Jackie showed up at mydoor, all drunk, and she screamed and screamed."Honey, you are horribly drunk." My mother said."What do you care? You didn't lose your brother." Jackie smashed thebottle to the wall and said.My mother slapped her on the face and said. "Both you and Andrew. It turns out Jenny’s husband was something of a drunk. Not constantly, and not a particularly mean drunk, but rarely attentive to her. She was staying for their two boys. She told me that with tears in her eyes. There was a sadness there I had not seen before. I took her hand, stood and pulled her to her feet. “Come on. Let’s find a place for lunch.” She hesitated, looking into my eyes. Searching. “Brett, could we just go to that park up the street and sit and talk?” Great idea. I felt so.