“Fazia, my lovely sister. I now know how much I love you, darling. You are the most incredibly sexy, loving and sweet woman I know. It’s really to... bad that you are my sister, and so we cannot consummate our love for each other properly. But I want you to know that I love you like I will never be able to love another woman, and that I will always be there for you. “I already know that, sweet brother. I have enjoyed it beyond imagination.” “Oh Fazia. Why did we have to be siblings? You have no. Fascinating, isn't it?" Terribly," she said, smiling. The look in her eye was somewhat mesmerized, and she laughed. They finished their meals, put them in the trash container, and went out."Where's you car?" Brenda asked."I don't have a car." Oh. Would you like a ride back to the quads?" I'd love a ride, but it's not going to be out of your way, is it?" No, not at all. I've got a class right there in the Harris building in about two hours." Great. I'd really appreciate it." They jumped into her. Her eyes were full of tears ... tears of joy, I hoped.She asked, “Robbie, do you mind if I get comfortable?”I said, “Sure.” We arrived at the restaurant and I parked. She seemed to have regained her spirit and had stopped crying. She opened that huge bag that all women seem to carry these days to haul their ... stuff. She brought out a pair of sexy little black ballet flats. She turned toward me in her seat and swung her feet and long legs over in my lap.She said, “Robbie, would you unbuckle my. He was a good looking blond haired all American type ofguy with a great build. He always seemed as if he were on another planetthough, his thoughts taking him away from the rest of us. If I didn'tknow better I would have assumed he was on drugs. But he was a jock andloved his sports and wouldn't touch drugs. He also seemed to just put upwith me, coldly. He was the only one that made me feel awkward for beingfriends with younger guys and ignored me as much as possible.Me? I remained unattached..