That's why I need you to always 'speak freely' as you put it," I said."But I need to have someone to make decisions for me too," she replied. "This is...so confusing!"I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her."I have an idea, Vickie." What's that?" she asked."Why don't you become my sex slave?" What!" she exclaimed as she bolted straight up in the bed."I said ... why don't you ... become my sex slave?" I repeated slowly.She was seriously scanning me now, trying to determine if I was. Eventually, I was persuaded to get down on my knees and show her my contrition with my devious tongue. I did enjoy her squirming and sounds of lust because it took my mind off of my sister's terrible lack of loyalty to our relationship.In retrospect, it was easy to understand her joy at finally being assured of companionship in her old age providing she and the Jock-boy managed to stay reasonable civilized for the duration. With the divorce statistics indicating otherwise, I considered it a. " She motioned toward Roger's old house across the street."I'm pretty sure the whole world has seen that video!" Bill laughed."I have a hunch that it was you who posted it," she stated."Really?" he said, bemused. "What—" I just have a hunch, that's all," she interrupted. "I talked to Phil." She let the words sink in, and stared at him, meaningfully. Bill shifted in his chair, uncomfortably."Did you?" he said. His expression was stone cold."He told me that you know," she continued. "And I'm here. I was pleasantly surprised. With all the physical effort I'd been putting in to my new sex life, plus the swimming, I'd lost another six pounds. I was now less than a stone over weight. I had a good look in the mirror; the belly had almost gone completely. My bum was still big, but nowhere near what it was a year ago. My boobs were noticeably smaller; there were not so many large bulges in my 42DD cup bra. I'd go shopping tomorrow and buy some new underwear. This losing weight is an expensive.