I knew my brother well and we all have a breaking point past which we can behave in an irrational manner. I could tell Bob was close to that point. I ...asn't a lot better. I had concentrated on getting this far and I knew what to expect, but I still didn't know exactly how I would react. I stood up as I reached the top of the stairs and quietly moved toward the door. I looked between the edge of the open door and the door frame but my view was obstructed by the Armoire. I could see some of what. ”“Something else to hold over my head no doubt.” She hissed with a snotty whisper.She turned to her paperwork for a few seconds while she assessed the situation. She bit her lip a little and softly scratched her face with her long fingernails. She turned a little more in her chair so she could see the couch better and talk to me at the same time. She looked worried.“That should have never happened Robert...” She started. “ ... but it did and we can’t change that.” She says.“I know.”“I think it. At the back of the apartment, the larger of the two bedrooms could hold a couple dressers in addition to a king size bed. It sported a walk-in closet. The other bedroom could hold a single dresser, but only if the bed was queen size or smaller. The apartment’s single bathroom was near the doors to the bedrooms. It was just wide enough to house a bathtub. And it was just long enough to put a couple magazines between the toilet and the sink on one side and between the toilet and tub on the other. 'NO' I told myself... 'STOP'. What the fuck was I thinking? I had just fucked my wife's sister, inadvertently pissing all over our marriage vows, and now here I was thinking about finding an opportunity to do it again? No. This had to stop. Despite my best efforts, I had a sort of half erection all day at work, unable to get my smoking hot sister in law out of my mind. I staggered through the rest of the day until quitting time, failing to get any real actual work done along the way. I drove.