"If you want me to stop, you can tell me. A thing I did fantasize of a little, is a naughty brat trying to pull the whole too sick for school routine.... That's a perfect example." I tell her nothing more, waiting for what she meant with her rather cryptic remark.She hesitates for another moment or two, and then slides out of the chair. She takes off her glasses to slide her sweater over her head, putting it neatly back on the chair. Underneath she had on a plain white t-shirt. She looks me in. But I want to. I mean I want to know what that would be like, but I can’t just go out and do that to some guy. That’s how you get a reputation. And I can’t let Steve see them. He’s hard enough to handle as it is. But this is home and you’re my brother. We love each other and nothing would happen. You wouldn’t tell anybody and I wouldn’t either. But I’d get to see how it feels.”“You want to show your ... body ... to a guy?” My eyebrows rose.“Have you ever shown a girl your dick?” she asked.“Of. Want me to call round?" Violet, nice to meet you Harry, you can call round any time. As you know I'm always at home," she said giving me a wave as I moved away.God she sounded a real hard woman, I wonder if she was as hard as she made out. I noticed she had no make-up on and her skin looked fresh and smooth. But God her dress sense held a lot to be expected. But a murderer, I wonder how many of the neighbours knew that. I wish I could have got her surname I would have checked her story out.All. The hairy chests, hairy legs, and rough hairy faces also turned me off. I might be a wet mess after spending time with a girl, but they did not leak out of me for hours afterward. Then after graduation moving back home and taking a regular 9 to 5 job, secretary by day, a predator of other gals at night.I returned to the porch and watched as the older daughter took a tarp off of a lawnmower and after adding some gas started it up. I sipped a pop as I watched her trim athletic legs started.