He was even more rigid than usual; back straight and hands tapping a nervous beat on his lap. After a few awkward moments of silence, he finally spoke...“W-would you like to go out to dinner? On Saturday?” I sat there and stared at him for a minute, surprised by the sudden question. It’s not like we haven’t gone on dates before, but he wasn’t even this distressed when asking me out.“Uh…yeah, sure.”“Cool! Great! I’ll set everything up!” He jumped to his feet and left the room, to plan I. “Moms?” I asked, “Now that’s sick.” He swallowed hard and pushed the mattress back down. “Sis, please,” he begged, ”Please don’t say anything to Mom,”I sat on his bed with my arms crossed. I stared at him with an I got you now look. “I’m not going to tell her, Bro,” I said, “If you show me your dick.”Before he could answer Mom stuck her head in the door with a quizzical look. “What’s going on?” she demanded, “Why are you guys running in the house like that? And why are doors being slammed?”I. ” Taya prompted.“I know. Put him through.” Cait repeated, trying not to sound impatient. Taya was sweet and just doing her job, and likely wanted to make sure she didn’t embarrass Cait by putting her father on the vid without adequate warning. The woman’s face was replaced by her father’s grizzled visage, from the shoulders up she could see he was in full dress uniform.“Hi, dad.” Cait said tiredly as she requisitioned a coffee from the mess inventory. Somewhere in the innards of the ship a. It didn't matter to George if they were larger than he was or even if he won. He seemed to enjoy fighting regardless of the outcome.George was big; over six feet tall and wide through the shoulders. He always had a smile on his face; apparently looking forward to his next fight. If you gave George a choice of spending 30 minutes naked with the best looking girl in school or 30 minutes of a good fight, hands down he'd pick the fight. He dated girls and he liked them. He'd just rather fight than.