I would screw her, get my rocks off and pass out. Hell I don’t even know if they came most of the time. I just didn’t care.So my birthday came, an... we found ourselves in the bar as usually, drinking to what the bartender thought was my twenty-fourth birthday. Some girl was coming on to me, but I just could get up enough gumption to care. Then she walked in the bar. Right off the bat there was something different about her. She exuded dominance and sexuality. All the guys tried hitting on her. And that would be the least of your troubles." We both swallowed in synch. "But it won't come from me."I offered him the other half of my lunch which wasn't ruined. He declined. "Thank you. I'll tell you all about it, 'cause I know you like hearing about that sort of thing, ya ol' pervert." I winked; the side of his mouth went up."Fire. You're playing with fucking fire, my friend."I felt a relief beyond my ability to describe."HAVE WE got any beer?" No. We quit, remember?" I think we need to. I knew of her existence and that was it. Lily hadn't even been able to give me a name. Or had chosen not to, more likely. Still, as disappointed as she'd seemed for a moment, when it became clear that I'd told her all I could, Brianna kissed me. Almost affectionately. If the intent had been to disarm me, it had succeeded. If not, then it would appear I understood my cousin even less than I thought I did. "I can't tell you how pleased I am, Frank," she said, sounding very much as though she. A look of panic crossed Amy's face."Cindi! Where is Cindi?"I looked around. Cindi was sitting in a chair, leaning back against the wall. She looked tired, really tired, and sick, her eyes half closed and face pale. She looked old, and ... sick."Dad! Bring her over here," Amy said.We helped her walk over and sat her on the bed next to Amy"Cindi, what did you do?"They looked into each other's eyes, communicating with each other somehow."You goofball, what am I going to do with you? Thank you,".