“What? This not good enough?” I teased. “Just kidding. I didn’t want to get a nicer shirt dirty.”“I’ve got it now, go get some corn out ...f the freezer and change.” she admonished me, shaking some salt into the pot.I bolted downstairs and grabbed a quart of our frozen sweetcorn. Mom thanked me as I headed into the bedroom to change.I rifled through shirts hanging in my closet. I didn’t want anything too heavy, or I would likely start to sweat, but a T-shirt wasn’t going to be quite right. I. Her body was fit and trim, with just the right amount of curves that could draw the attention of anyone, even a blind man.I'm not kidding about that. My blind grandfather paid a visit. He couldn't stop smiling when she was around. Now I needed to find a way to trick her into joining the book club, but how? I decided to come up with a fake story about how my younger sister wanted to join this new book club, but wasn't sure if she wanted to. She was too shy to just go, so I told her I would try. "Well...", she said, "tell us your story!"He spread his big hands and shrugged:"Isn't much to tell. Set out from Amsterdam on the 2. with a pal of mine and his wife. The sailboat was his, but I was the only 'sailor', if you know what I mean. We got into a storm down south 4 days ago. It didn't seem too bad and I just slept on - it was his shift. I guess the fool got us turned out of the wind for the only big blow in the storm. We went round and sunk - cant have taken more than 10 seconds." His. I want to know. Please, Tommy, you can trust me. If it’s something private, you know I won’t tell anybody but we really shouldn’t have secrets from each other, you know.’ ‘OK. But you have to promise not to laugh or think I’ve lost my mind. Promise?’ ‘Yes. Girl Scouts honor.’ ‘Actually I was feeling a little jealous – of you. Not you as a person but you as a woman having sex. I don’t know how many times you came tonight but it was quite a few.’ ‘In addition, you seemed to fully enjoy each and.