But she was Bev's best friend so there wasn't much I could do about it except live with it.Julie stood up for Bev at our wedding and since then she an... Julie had gotten together at least once a week for coffee and they were constantly on the phone with each other. It hadn't been too bad there for a while, but then things changed. The big change came when Max joined the Marines and Julie (named for Bev's friend) went off to college. With nothing much except an empty nest on her hands Bev decided. So here I am, alone in a queen-sized bed made for two. I have my blankets on (and nothing else), and like Ishmael, I feel warm on this cold night. But that doesn’t cancel out the aching emptiness that never seems to leave me anymore. I have stacked up three or four pillows so I’m kind of sitting up. Thinking maybe it’s time to reread Moby Dick, because…why not? After a few chapters, sleep is lapping up over my consciousness like waves on a, particularly, peaceful shore. The blankets had slipped. Her husband was in office and children’s are in school….as I entered her home she hugged me tightly… n told me “janu fuck me as u wish, I love u very much…..” luckily I had condom purchased b4 I gone to meet her… firstly she gave me water I got into her bed room,,, thru was nice blossom touching ma nose which was provoking ma little monster… I took deep breath… I told this was ma first time… she laughed…. and hug me… I’m slowly put ma hand on her head… slowly caressing her…. she looked at me. Right...”“So why don’t we make it simpler? Even though we’re always brother and sister, let’s always act like we’re on a date. Around the house, in public - no matter where we are, just act like we’re on a date, okay?”“Always ... on a date?”“That’s right. Always on a date. Repeat it back...”“Always ... on ... a ... date...”“Good girl. Now, when we’re on a date, you’re super turned on, aren’t you?”“Mmm hmmm...”“So if we’re always on a date, you’re always turned on, yeah?”“Always ... turned ....