He'd known about his father and the mulatto wench for years. His bedroom was right next to his Dad's, and virtually every night, he could hear Dahlia'... moans and screeches of carnal pleasure and the loud squeaking of the bed springs.He wandered through the house, looking around for his sister. She didn't seem to be about either. He frowned slightly. Well, maybe she'd gone over to Missy's house. He knew his Daddy wouldn't like it if he found out Melanie was traipsing around without his. One drawback to being attractive she remembered angrily was having the unwanted and unwelcome attentions from sleaze buckets like her mum's ex-boyfriend. She hated the way he leered at her whenever her mum wasn't around. He was always brushing past her so that he could 'accidently' touch her inappropriately, his hands frequently squeezing her bottom or breasts whenever no one was looking. The final straw was what happened the day they finally left him, as he managed to get his hands under her. "You're home. I didn't see your car." Its in the garage," she said.Jason tired to smile and started to walk to the kitchen. "Wait," she said softly. "I should have knocked. I'm sorry."Jason couldn't meet his sister's eyes but shrugged his shoulders as to say it was no big deal."What did you have in your hand?" she asked him, before she lost her nerve."What?" I mean, ah, besides, your, ah ... they were blue," she said."Nothing," he lied, hoping she would believe him and feeling his cheeks. Kay went with Veal Parmesan and I decided on the Chicken Alfredo. I also ordered a bottle of Chianti to go with the meal and just like last week, the waiter didn't question Kay's age. I didn't expect him to.We talked about little things during the meal. I learned a little more about her life back on the farm, how she got along with her brothers, that they all helped out just as soon as they could move around on their own and didn't have to be watched constantly. She and her brothers each.