Maybe it was because I came from a family of 4 boys and one sister that was 8 years older than I was. Dan, on the other hand, had two younger sisters....He sure as hell didn't like it when he caught me with his little sister's bra undone and her tee shirt pulled up to her neck. Hell, I was only scratching her back. That bra was just in the way!It's a good thing that as an adult I fathered two boys and no girls. I can still lust after them and not be getting the feeling that they could be my. Maybe another three- or four-month stint at sea. To be frank, they give my kind of job to guys who aren't attached to anybody, because they know how hard this sort of life is people in relationships."But I can turn down these jobs for something more like a desk job. I've never felt I needed to. Before. Now that I've met you, I'm thinking very, very seriously of doing that. The thought of being away from you for a week, let alone four months, is suddenly something that scares the shit out of. I instantly became upset again. What right did she have to be upset, I was the one that every one dumped on. It seemed that the whole world was pointing at me and laughing. I felt like such a loser."Why are you crying? I mumbled. My mother wouldn't reply."What do you have to cry about? It looked to me like you at least got to have a good time tonight." I said again, feeling no compassion what so ever."You were getting laid and all I got is another case of blue balls. I am fucking done with. Wordlessly I point towards the bathroom and watch as you take a few quick steps and disappear only to pop back first aid kit in hand. Kneeling back down beside me you look up eyes calmly gazing at me, hand on my leg lift the edge of my skirt "This is going to have to come up a bit so I can fix this" I nod and silently and watch as you push the fabric of my summer dress just above my knees, then cupping my calf in your hand lifting it up on your knee to rest while you clean and apply a bandage.