And now she was his. The question was, what was he going to do now with his trophy? He cared for her but was hardly in love with her, despite his tell...ng her what she wanted to hear. He had no desire to hurt her. It was simply that she no longer posed a challenge. And he needed challenges.It was then that Katy had called and he had decided to extract a little revenge on the older sister who had never kept a secret the fact that she detested her little brother.He had taken the call when Katy. "Yes I do, but there are so many reasons why we cannot do anything," she said."Such as? I fancy you and you fancy me..." he started."Yes but it is not that simple..." she said before he started speaking again."Do you have someone else?" he asked."No, but...." she said before again getting cut off."Nor do I, so what is stopping us?" he almost pleaded."I am thirty-odd years older than you for a start and then um...we are different." You are very obviously female and I am male and the age thing. " K" I said."Enough conversation. You're done, and I gotta put my own lipstick on." She did, and developed the same immobile brainless grin I now had."Cmn," she grunted, and started towards the door. I tagged along.We arrived backstage about twenty minutes before the show was to start. From the other side of the curtain came the sounds of a good-sized crowd, which the small combo was unable to completely drown out. Using mostly sign language and an occasional muttered monosyllable, Andie. I’m Jack and to those who don’t know me I’m a fit 55 year. Currently I’m sitting on a log in a rarely used area of countryside to walk my Doberman, Curley. I’ve only ever see a plain looking woman around my age, with a collie, a grumpy 35 something guy with a boxer and two twenty something female joggers. I’ve seen grumpy and in the distance the two joggers pop into view. Two stunning lycra clad brunettes. Their boobs tightly secured in sports bras restraining their natural bounce and shape. As.