The person that picks on me the worse is my brother Ron. He is in college now but three years ago when he was a senior in school, almost every prank w...s started by him or his friends. Naturally he was the great football jock and I was the Nerd Ant. Whenever he visits home from College, it starts up again. Its like he takes a sadistic pleasure in calling me Nerd Ant. At least the kids in school like me.Six months ago Ron brought home the girl he is planning to marry. Her name is Heather and they. I started drinking a lot more than was advisable, just to dull the pain. And then six nights after she’d moved out, I checked my e-mail and saw that I had a message from my wife. I almost deleted it, but perverse curiosity got the better of me. I opened the e-mail and read: Dear Jake, I know you said you never wanted to hear from me again, but you have to let me explain. I love you! I have always loved you, and only you, though I know you must find that hard to believe right now. No matter what. “Yep, I’ve loved sex ever since my first time when I was twelve.” I responded. Cindy was didn’t want to stop for anything.“Holy shit you were twelve!? How the hell did you manage that?”I recalled for a moment, “Well we had this neighbor who was around her mid 40’s when her husband left her. I would go over every day to keep her company and over time she became horny and I became twelve. It just seemed to happen. Cindy on the other hand was raised in a cult and wasn’t allowed to see a man. And where is he now?You crane your neck, turning around from the ocean view to the cabin behind you and the path beyond that leads inland. This tiny island doesn't even have so much as a hotel or resort. A boat arrives once a week to bring supplies, and apparently there's an Internet connection up at the lab facilities, but here on the beach you'd be forgiven for feeling like a castaway in some deserted island B-movie. You, Christina, and your father are crammed into a two-room cabin that just.