"I know you do." I said. "And I just want to let you know that you're special."He said. "What?" "Look I know about you wanting to have sex." "No I don...t." "I hear you masturbate all the time." I shut my mouth, mortified. I mean that's not the type of thing you want to talk about with your brother. "And some guy is going to have sex with you." "Yeah, so?"I asked. "I just don't want you to get hurt." He said. "Most guys are jerks and I want your first time to mean something." "It will." "And I. All in all, by the time my taxes and other deductions were removed, I had about a buck-and-a-half left. She must have known this wasn't going to fly and it was just her lawyer's idea of a sick joke.I folded the papers and returned them to the envelope, leaning my head back in the chair and closing my eyes. I should have been screaming my anger at that moment, but I was so stunned by the events of the past week that I couldn't bring myself to do anything but collapse. The beer was warm when I. I would never tell him how many men I had been with or give him names. When he questioned me about things like that, it made me wonder about him.He asked me a few times if I had cheated on him. When I asked him what brought that up he said that he knew I flirted with his buddies and other guys when we went out."Paul, I have never cheated on you and never will. Yes, I flirt a little but it's nothing. I would never do anything to hurt or embarrass you." I wondered if drinking made him feel. ”I’m starving.” We stopped at a restaurant it was around 5 and I was a bit hungry myself but still couldn’t wait to get home. The thought that kept coming to me, my night stand. We ate and had a couple of drinks and continued on our way to my house. On the way home we chatted about old times but he could tell I was a little off. I wanted, needed that hit.We finally made it home. He grabbed his bags and I unlocked the door seemingly not fast enough because I had to pee—really bad. I told him I.