His hair was dripping wet and little droplets of water were running down his chest. Wow, he looked sexy. Hey, baby sister, he said, looking at me like...I was a birthday cake and it was his birthday. Are you about to shower? Want some company? He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Uhmmm, Henry….Question, I said, holding up a finger. What exactly do you do when you sneak into Emmas room at night? Oh, he said, running a hand through his hair with an uncomfortable look. Ummm not much, just jack off. I hate being cheated. Also, I couldn't imagine needing more money.After the first year, I went out and bought myself a new car, a brand new 1987 Mercedes-Benz 300TD Turbo station wagon. It was a solid car, and I figured it would last a life time. I don't like buying things, especially not cars. Car salesmen sicken me.I began to plan a new way of life, and began working with architects, gardeners, and other people to make my desire for a life of solitude a reality.On that night of the storm, I. They say a baby puts stress on a marriage, but I can't see that Lucy changed anything at all. There might be a few less dollars around for toys, otherwise she didn't make much difference to Larry. I was the one who did most of the work. I had never supposed the one night in three that he had to care for her could be a problem.I was deep in shock, so trying to figure out the why of it at that moment was a waste of my time. Still I couldn't help trying to get a handle on it. I have always been. We only took it out about an hour ago." He's smiling but I can see the concern on his face."So can you tell me about it? What all happened to my insides?" Sure, if you feel up to it. But first, I want you to close your eyes and tell me where I'm touching you."I follow his direction. "OK, you're touching my left big toe. Right toe." I grin and joke, "I don't think we know each other that well," when I feel him touch my penis.He laughs and says, "In your dreams, kid!"He pulls up a chair next to.