The conversation didn’t stop for a moment. Time stood still even though the clock said 8 and then 9PM. I was falling all over again. “I remember ...ow you always made me eat ice cream whenever we went out for dinner.” “Did I? Really?” I replied. “Yes. And it was always vanilla. With cream if they had it. Don’t you remember feeding it to me and somehow always dribbling it down my chin?” “The messier I got the happier you seemed” she said. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I. "Oh my," she said with wide eyes and a pointed finger. "Perhaps I better leave".Tom looked down and saw his erection pushing against the front of his boxers."Please don't leave. I shall don my robe," Tom responded."No. I better go as you are much too excited," she continued.A second later Tom crossed the room and took his costumed sister in his arms and pulled her in close to his body and placed his lips on hers. There was resistance on her part as he tried to push his tongue into her. . STOP! You dear, sweet man, I adore the things you say and the way you say them."I loved her reaction to my teasing. Our nightly phone calls were about the only entertainment I allowed myself to have. I told her about running with George Mercer, and the nursing home correspondence I was regularly receiving from Eva Patterson and Mr. Daugherty."Doctor Mercer was my accounting professor two years ago. We run together, and discuss my nursing home project. He's very supportive." Is Eva being. We relaxed and had a nice dinner. The waitress had said something because, before the first drinks arrived, there was a mass parade to the men’s room and, our table was on the way. I put on my best face and gave each of them a nice smile as they walked by undressing me at a glance. Once the freak show was all over, we were left alone to enjoy our meal.Then check time came, we were given two bills; he surprised me by grabbing mine as soon as it hit the table. I agreed to leave the tip then,.