.. ", then my sister says "well.. we can go to get something to drink in the back room because it's quieter ... " and he (enthusiastic) says " ok ok! ... and I say "what I do? I come too?" and my sister says to me "Well, I'm going to get me something to drink and then come back, are you stay peaceful ...", I do not do stories because I do not jealous for my sister :-P, because as i recounted in my previously stories-posts :-P, i having been literally "bewitched" by my beautiful sister, cause its. " No, I know. I know what she was doing was wrong. But it was ... amazing, to watch her get away with it. To navigate life and be so sure of what she was doing. She did get away with it ultimately. Even Ryan didn't bring it crashing down on her. After it all ended for me, we had one heart to heart and she told me she had reconsidered her position and brought up all this stuff about what we'd been doing. I was completely confused to be honest, because it was all the opposite of what she had been. The sensation of reconnecting with Jack’s mind was enough to send hers reeling a little, it had been so long since she’d felt that familiar flow of his thoughts. But the intensity pouring into her brain was so much more than that. She could feel all the tension he’d been building up inside of him, the joy, the fear, and the elation. She could feel how happy and relieved he truly was, to know that she had agreed to share her life with him. And there was something else. She could feel just how. I listened on my cell, Birdy said, “I’m heading past Oasis, still going east.”When she told me that Barry had turned south on a residential street, I said, “Keep going a couple more blocks, then park.”Buster was uncharacteristically quiet, sensing, I like to think, the seriousness of the night. Didn’t stop him from checking out my boobs though.Barry had circled the block, someone was checking for a tail. I realized I should have had somebody in the car with Birdy, back-checking traffic. And.