Now that he was gone she wondered if she'd done the right thing.She didn't like that she'd held anything back from her mate. If possible, she didn't w...nt to repeat that with Raul. The question was: how accepting would Raul be to some of the bombshells she could potentially drop on him?If she told him her brother was her first lover, and that she would still like to occasionally make love to Scott, would it be something he could accept?If she told him that she thought teaching family members. We’re all too busy trying to live to worry much about anything else. I think they had one guy in Chicago who beat up his brother over a girl they both liked. I don’t really know what his punishment was, but I never heard anything else about it. Maybe we’ve learned some things to go along with our better bodies and more acute minds, but that’s probably wishful thinking from an old man.Speaking of bodies and minds, whatever happened to us survivors has made us, well, improved, I suppose you could. We both decided to have pizza for lunch. We got to know each other better, which was awesome, I didn’t tell her about my parents because I didn’t want her to judge me, or turn out to be one of those girls who just date me because my parents are loaded. The more time I spend with her the more I like her. Sabrina: ‘So I hear you’re a womanizer’ Cough, cough. What the hell? Where did that come from? Gabe: ‘Uhmm…uhh…what?’ Sabrina: ‘Well I heard you’re a star quarterback, have rich parents that do. From time to time I heard movement upstairs. She was out of the bath now, and I heard the bedroom curtains pulled close. My mind painted the picture of what she was doing. I looked at my watch. Damn! Only three quarters of an hour gone, I reckoned it would be at least another three quarters before she came down. I opened the door and went out in the garden where the cool of evening was blowing in on a gentle breeze. At the very least it would cool me down a bit, and I needed that.At last her.