”So ... to humor him, I unclipped the top. It didn’t take long.“My God, Bobby ... those aren’t screws ... those are spears.”“Pull off the ...rill and talk to me.”It’s sorta Velcro ... but not. George de Mestral hadn’t perfected it. This Velcro was kind of white ... not the ubiquitous black so familiar today. It was the hook and loop but it was different. Still it separated when pried and I soon had it off. The spears had no screwdriver slot ... no Philips ... no hex socket. Did I Really want to. She gave me a deep loving look, the look she reserved for those occasions when I measured up to the level of devotion someone like Patty-Ann felt she deserved.I am sure she had no doubt that I was merely hesitating on the brink of matrimony, fearing her refusal. This was her way of moving the ball forward. Giving that little push I obviously needed. After all, time was getting short. Final exams were in three weeks. It was the end of our senior year. We were both about to graduate, and absent a. "Go away" I yelled back."Open this door you little fucking pervert or I'll tell mom what a sicko you are." You won't tell her shit because if you do I'll tell her what you were doing and then let her decide who the real sicko is." Come on Bobby, open the door, we need to talk."Liz was my older sister. We shared the same birthday, but were four years apart in age. How mom managed it I'll never know, but Liz was born on October 29th at 6:14 AM and I was born on October 29th at 6:29 AM.My sister. No I couldn't ask, you’ve been fantastic”“Don’t be silly, I enjoy giving massage and you clearly enjoyed receiving it, so if you have any more pain, while I’ve got the cream I might as well help out”“Well……. She hesitated“Aw come on” I chided her light heartedly“Are you sure you don’t mind”I made it clear it was no problem.“Well I strained my calf muscle, I don’t think I cooled down properly after my run last night” “Ok I said, show me the muscle” laughed She eased round and pointed to her left.