"Whycan't I be more like you Erik? strong good looking and super smart."Cindy sits on the other side of Joe and puts her arm around him. Shejust smile... at him. "Call me crazy but I still think you make a bettergirl than a boy and I also know my crazy brother still loves you."Joe just turns to Cindy with a very puzzled look on his face. What inthe hell are talking about? Erik don't love me he isn't gay."Cindy smiles really big "No he isn't but he never saw you as a boyether. And you know you. Suddenly she let the waist of her panties go. I ripped them down her legs and tossed them aside.Her change was sudden. Laughter died. She smiled coyly and slowly unbuttoned her pajama top. Pulling it open, her delicate breasts were exposed, gorgeous little things. She lay quietly letting me study her naked body. It still thrilled me so, slender and young, contrasting with her emerging adolescence. I couldn’t picture a sexier sight. When she shucked the top, I moved in. Her arms welcomed me.“You. I was more than happy to oblige.The knee in the goolies hadn't been as bad as it might havebeen. I could almost walk upright back to her table, although Iwasn't in a position to hold back the chair for her to sit down.Instead, I grasped the table for support.'I'm, terribly sorry about my husband. I do hope he hasn't doneany lasting damage.'I gave her a forced smile. 'I don't think so, madam. A bitpainful, but I think I'll live.'She gave me a sympathetic smile. 'Please call me Carol. What'syour. It was a large house, alittle dilapidated in places, but nevertheless obviously a valuablepiece of real estate, on an island in the River Severn, which at thatplace was wide and separated England from Wales.Devon opened the door and led him straight up the staircase in theentrance hall, along a wide corridor, to a bedroom on his left."Here," she said, opening a mini-bar at the side of the bed, "drink thisand I'll be right back with you."She poured him a scotch, added a dash of water, the way he.