At home was only Andrea's teenage son MarioHe was 17 at the time.A tall and handsome boy with more qualities that Susi found out some time later! So s...e greet him and he went out in the yard.She with Andrea stay in to chatDinner time came and all went eat and talk for various matters.Mario after went to look some tv before he get back to his room.Susi and Andrea sat on the couch of the living room with a glass of red wine and talked more but this time for their sexual escapades and suchBefore. No more movies. No video games.”“No more full moons and ocean waves.”“No football.”“No porn.”“I’ve never,” I say indignantly.She presses a hand on my chest. “Hot blooded teenager like you? Calling bullshit on that one.”“Whatever,” I shrug, turning my head out of habit to avoid sightless eye contact.“Pity you can’t see my ass. I’d love to have those baby blues trained on it.”I roll my sightless eyes and feel her pull close again, picture her looking me over with Sherlockian interest.“You really. It was theft. It was performed by the U.S. Government, a body which I had previously held in relatively high esteem after the emancipation of the slaves in 1865. It represented a degrading and debasing attitude toward the Native American people, treating them as so many children; when in reality, they had a superior inherent understanding of how to respect and live with the land. Yes, they had a genetic weakness for alcohol and they did not have immunities against common 'white' diseases, like. I remained very still, enjoying the little show my brother put on. Only minutes earlier he had spoken to me to see if I was awake, but I remained silent, call it a third sense, but somehow I knew he was going to do something, and minutes later he did, and I was not disappointed.I ached and wanted to join in, so I sat up and whispered, 'What are you doing', and before he could answer, I got up and went across to him and got in beside him.As his older sister I took command and held him in my hand.