I know it seems like it's been youagainst the world for as long as you can remember, but ultimately it's notother people who are your problem. You are...your own problem."Marcia was quiet a while. "Well, I can't say it's the best gift I've evergotten, but I guess it's the thought that counts." Wait. I haven't finished."Marcia grimaced. "The gift that keeps on giving..."Grace ignored the attempt at light-hearted sarcasm. "You won't find anypeace and happiness in this world, nor will you do. "Hey you," Kristi said."Hey," Tommy replied. "What are you doing?" What do you think I'm doing, Hon?"Kristi was sitting sideways on the couch, covered by a blanket. The nightshirt she had worn when she came downstairs was on the floor next to her. As Tommy approached, she pulled the blanket down enough to show him her bare breasts."Kristi ... What are you ... here in my house?" Why not? We did it in my house a couple days ago." Yeah, but your parents weren't home! My parents are asleep, and. When they got around to poker she said, “I learned how to play in college and became a student of the game. There is a lot to learn and I learned all that I could.”The announcer asked, “You play in what they call the big game in Vegas where over a million dollars can be on the table at any time. How did you get to that level of the sport?”“I was in Monaco working on the Sport Support beach volleyball tour. We had some free time one night and I went with Jack to the casino. We played cards but. As I lay there drifting off, I couldn’t help but picture the image of my sister being illuminated by the bathroom light as she walked to the bedroom. I swore I could almost completely make out the outline of her breasts floating under the thin tank top. I started to feel a familiar rise in my boxers and I agonized over not having the privacy to stroke myself. The erotic images in my head were shattered when we heard a crashing sound outside the back of the cabin. Both my sister and I sat.